Deku Pants Novels & Stories

But he wasn’t done… Deke tore off her pants and her thong, then spread her legs, holding them wide with his huge hands. Luc helped him by supporting her knees in the crooks of his arms, which held her open to his cousin. Heart pounding so fast she couldn’t hear anything but its frantic beating, Kimber watched as Deke looked at her, all spread out like a living, breathing invitation before him, those dark blue eyes shimmering with scorching heat.

The fabric alone exuded quality, reminiscent of a prestigious high school uniform with its short skirt that barely covered the butt. Beside the skirt lies a pair of leggings, capable of hugging the curves of the legs, accompanied by a white crop leather top. As I carefully unraveled the package, a small bar with a pin tag emerged, adorned with the same fabric as the skirt. But that wasn't the end of the surprises. Delving deeper, I pulled out a towering seven-inch heel. The uniform was absolutely mind-boggling!

I stood laughing silently for the next five minutes before gathering myself. Shaking my head, I lifted myself from the wall and started to leave the backyard when a shadow fell over me. Surprised, I jerked up my head to see Keagan towering over me, face hidden by the shadows. My eyes roved over his torso, bare, left for the leather harness he buckled onto himself. His muscles rippled beneath his bronzed skin, accentuated by the fake inked patterns stretching across his chest and disappearing into the kilt that hugged his hips. The leather bracelet on his wrists seemed to emphasize the strength in his arms, while the gladiator boots added an edge to his already formidable presence.

Prince Dakar needed to get to the roof of his castle. He pulled off his animal fur regalia and wore a black dress shirt. He tied his hair in a very messy bun and wore black pants alongside black boots. He grabbed his phone and walked out of his room. “She is beautiful,” Derek, his wolf said in his head. He stopped walking and frowned. “Stop-talking-about-her,” he gritted angrily.

They had Wine Shuku Ghana Weaving hairstyles, long enough to reach their hips as they walked. "You guys look so prettyyy." Tiana dragged hugging both of them. They smiled big saying, "Thank you." "You look so beautiful, where did you get your pants from?" Taiwo said admiring her whole fit. "Thank you, it's from Dera's boutique. "She told her holding her White LV bag. "Oh, that one around the express. "Kehinde asked and Tiana confirmed smiling. "We need to go shop there."Taiwo informed Kehinde as they walked back to where Chidera and Johnathan were standing.

Most knew I only had a human for less than a season, but it didn’t seem to matter to the gossips. “Well, you’re in luck. I had an order canceled. The real goat leather for pants cost me seventeen. I’ll let you have it for that… You can owe me the other four, but don’t tell anyone I let you have credit. There is also a skirted, sleeveless overcoat which costs ten more. If you take them both, I will give you a llama linen shirt.”

I was crying too much lately. "So, we're going to have matching Pj's tonight, love." Kaden said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as he came down the basement stairs. "Oh did you have two of the same pair?" I asked, and he bit his lip. "Not exactly.. You see, mum hasn't done laundry, so all I have is one pair. You wanna take the shirt of the match?" he blushed and threw me a baggy shirt. It was burgendy with white rimmed at the collar and the edge of the long sleeves. I glanced at him confused, until I seen he had no shirt on, and matching pants to the one in my hand. I laughed

Every stroke made my breath shake. Dex stood up then, and my eyes followed him helplessly. In one smooth motion, he pulled off his shirt and shoved his pants down, leaving him in only a pair of tight black briefs. The fabric was so thin it was almost transparent. My mouth went dry. His cock was huge — thick, heavy, and clearly outlined, the head pressing visibly against the material. I could even see the faint shape of his knot at the base. I swallowed again, heart pounding. Dex dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the couch, looking up at me with dark, hungry eyes. His hands reached for the waistband of my shorts. He started pulling them down slowly, exposing more skin.

The minute they sat down Deets began to patch his pants. He kept a big needle and some heavy thread in a cigar box in the saddle shed—given any chance he would get out his needle and start patching. He was woolly-headed and his wool was just getting gray. “If I was you I’d give up on them pants,” Dish said. “If you’ve got to wear quilts you best find a new one and start over.” “No, sir,” Deets said genially. “These pants got to last.”

At 5'9, Deborah was kind of tall for a woman, but she was still shorter than her growing boy who was already 6'1. Deborah pushed one foot up on her toes, arching her foot so that her bum looked better. She always had trouble getting into almost all kinds of pants. Ever since she had started to develop, Deborah had a big bum and shapely hips. But after giving birth to Jason, she had added a few pounds that never seemed to want to leave her butt and hips. Every day, Deborah had to wiggle into her pants, whether they were jeans, leggings, or even a skirt, she could never just slide her clothes past her bum; only sweatpants went on without a problem, and even then, the butt was often tight. Sinc