Novel & Cerita Huge Bulge Pants

That was when I noticed the large bulge threatening to burst from his shorts. I sat up, reaching for his hands and pulling him close, as I started to unbutton his shorts. He reached around my hands and started to unbutton mine at the same time. I unzipped his shorts and the bulge seemed to squeeze outward, now only held in by the thin fabric of his boxers.

Looking at him, I could clearly see the bulge in his pants, pulsing and waiting to plunge into me. He shoved his pants down in one go and I was scared. Actually scared. It looked different from how I usually saw it before. Was it because it's been a while since we fucked? It was huge. It was red. Pulsating. The tip glistened with pre-cum and it stood erect and proud, defying it's heft.

My eyes traveled down his sharp suit jacket to his lap, and that’s when I saw it. There was a massive, unmistakable bulge stretching the fabric of his expensive dress pants. I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. I reached up and adjusted my glasses, making sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me in the afternoon sun. It was huge. As I watched, I saw his cock actually twitch under the fabric. My mouth went dry. Without even thinking, I reached out and let my hand brush against the side of the bulge. The moment my fingers touched him, it jerked hard against my palm.

The massive bulge in his slacks is obscene, thick, hard, straining against the fabric like it’s angry. “We’re not done,” he growls, unbuckling his belt with a slow, metallic rasp that makes my mouth water. “That was lesson one.” He shoves his slacks and boxers down in one motion. His cock springs free, heavy, veined, thicker and longer than Mark’s by a mile, and I stop breathing.

As Bianca stretched and bent, doing two stretching exercises, she was surprised to find everyone looking at her in astonishment. Yoga coach Karen exclaimed, "Bianca, are these the new yoga pants you bought from Thailand?" So, Bianca saw her sorry state in the mirror: the buttocks of her yoga pants had ripped open, and she was wearing a T-shaped seamless underwear, fully exposing her round and perky buttocks.

He was busy with her b**bs while she had successfully brought down his zipper and tried to pull his pants down to his *ss. This gave her a little access to his bulge and she smiled through the kiss and draw down the inner wear he had to the level of the jean trousers, his huge c*ck popped up and she almost gasped when it spranged and hit her tummy, just by touching it with her hands for the first time she could tell he was extremely huge, it hit her tummy, just by touching it with her hands for the first time she could tell he was extremely huge.

I didn't know what I was doing. My fingers slid lower, pressing into the front of his pants. I touched the bulge straining beneath the fabric and froze. It was so much bigger than I expected. My palm curved against the shape of it, and even through the layers I could feel the sheer size, long, hard, and barely contained. The fabric stretched tight around it. I felt the weight of it shift under my touch, thick from base to tip, a slow, heavy throb pulsing beneath my hand like it was daring me to go further.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the belt and undid the buttons of his pants, and when the last button gave in, I got a peek at the dark blue fabric under the pants. Excessive heat invaded my face, and my hands clutched the waistband of his pants. I didn't dare to look up while pulling his pants down because my face was on fire and Kyros would definitely see through me that I noticed a massive bulge in his crotch area. It was impossible to miss.

I push up the bed stopping only when I reached the middle of the large bed. My eyes falling as I finally notice the huge bulge in his black suit pants, stopping at the edge of the bed he pulls off his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly as he tugs it off leaving him exposed as my eyes drinks in his muscled broad shoulders and stomach filled with six packs and impressive pecs which flexed with every deep breath he took. A harsh and hungry look of need overtakes the cool and controlled expression on his face as he unbuttons his pants and zips it down stripping completely until he’s in his boxer brief.

I could not help smiling back at his smug beaming face. «Oh my god! These are incredible! » «I know; as I said, they cost me a fortune! They will custom-fit whoever wears them first. Are you better now? Lift your knees a couple of times, too. Every part of it needs to move around you and find your shapes. » This time, I did just as he said: I lifted my knees one by one. The fabric that usually scrunches up behind your knees dissipated, and I never thought I could be so excited about pants!