Huge Bulge Pants Novels & Stories

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!

There was a huge bulge in his pants as he danced, and Brooke could feel his eyes on her slightly exposed tits. Her lips parted when his hands reached for the belt and removed it swiftly. The zipper to his pants came undone and slid down to reveal two things. Reed Abbott hadn't worn underwear. The huge bulge she had seen was not stuffed clothes. It was his cock. His thick, huge, beautiful cock. Her entire body went jello at the sight. Just how big was he? "Wanna measure it?" Reed chuckled, wrapping a large hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes and tugs.

He flashes me a reassuring smile before leaving the room. The pants he brought are exactly what I’ve been searching for. They’re similar to what the guys wear, complete with small pockets on the legs, but they fit closer to my body. Designed for a weapons belt, they sit well against my hips. As I begin to fill the pockets, I realize why the guys always wear their belts… the weight threatens to pull my pants down without one.

It slides down his huge chest to his chiseled abs and dissolves into the waistband of his pants. Oh… The bulge in his pants comes into view. I stare at it, my saliva buds working overtime. God! How can one man be so perfectly made! Ace folds his arms and smiles. “There you are.”

The large bulge behind his leather pants is impressive. Pulling back, I nip his lip and whisper. “Take off your pants.” His lip quirks into an arrogant smile as he rises from the bed and removes them. Sitting up, I observe as he reveals his straining erection. I’ve never been with a man, but I have to say I’m impressed by what Lucifer is showing. His shaft is long and thick, and his rounded crown is dribbling precum from its rosy slit. He lays back down on me and pushes my hair from my face with a serious expression. “I promised you we wouldn’t go further.”

​I snatched the clothes from the manager and marched into the oversized fitting room. Within a few minutes, I swapped out my cargo pants for the new outfit. The utility pants were made of a stretchy fabric—durable enough to sprint in, but hugging every curve of my hips—while the cropped top left my belly completely bare, contrasting sharply with the deep crimson silk underwear peeking just above the waistband. ​I stepped out of the fitting room, feeling exposed but undeniably agile.

I jolted hard, squeaky screams escaping my chest as my eyes softened with fresh tears and I begged silently for mercy. He slowly unzipped his leather pants—the zipper running from top to bottom, revealing the massive bulge straining against the fabric. I swallowed hard, trembling uncontrollably. “This is the price,” he said. The moment the words left his mouth, a big, veiny, fat cock sprang free, throbbing powerfully inches from my face. My eyes widened in shock. He made it jiggle deliberately, waving the heavy, thick shaft teasingly close to my eyes. I froze, mesmerized and horrified by the disastrous, intoxicating sexiness standing before me.

That tiny peach towel, which from the beginning had been struggling desperately to cover the CEO's wide hips, was now facing a much more severe structural crisis. At the front of the cotton fabric, a very noticeable, rigid, and... suspicious vertical bulge had formed.

Gabe said. “They also cost too much,” Bree said as she looked at him. “I just need a pair of pants that I can fold down a bit and a few large tee shirts.” “Bree, why are you being so difficult?” Gabe asked as he looked at her. “Because this is fifty dollars for a shirt. The pants over there have a tag on them for even more. Gabe, I am wearing this for a few months. That’s it. It is too much money.” Bree said.

pants and a white tee, which clung to his body perfectly. His biceps stretched across the white tees, showcasing his sculpted shoulders and broad chest. His loose pants hung low on his hips. My mouth watered instantly by the sight. His mussed hair made him appear more sexy. And his eyes pierced mine with so much intensity that it made my cheeks reddened and my thighs hot. I clenched them tightly. My eyes traveled down to his pants. And the huge bulge I saw made me gulp hard. I was taken back to the night when he had entered me. How big he felt. How hard-