Jeans Pria Novels & Stories

Lana stood up and smoothened out her dress. The CEO of Preciozo Jewelers surely had style and could pull off wearing anything. She walked into any room like she owned it and nothing could dim the sparkle that shone as soon as she walked into the room. Scanning her front top to bottom, I admired the red knee-length straight-cut dress she was wearing together with matching heels. As usual, she was a walking catalog of her company with accessories all around her body. Wow! Just wow! Ms. Priya extended her hand out to shake the CEO’s hand. “Thank you again for the opportunity, Ms. Preciozo.”

Jeane minded her business. Then there was Dencia Purple. Vile eyes, snubby nature with a sharp long black hair to compliment her rude and condescending persona. With the way she two minute crafted her dressing and makeup, jeane could tell that the almighty Dencia was street smart. Chances are that she was a stripper like Lindy. Jeane watched in dismay as the other girls got comfortable in their wears. She had done a change of clothes for five times but wasn't feeling confident in any.

After we entertained all the customers, I heard a voice behind my back. “That guy is so handsome,” I saw Sierra, my packmate, who is two years older than me. She looks cute in her bob cut, light skin, and blue eyes. “Huh? Are you talking to me? Sierra, right?” Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe that you know my name, Alpha King’s daughter!” I suddenly felt shy. “You don’t have to make it a big deal. I heard your name back then. Who are you talking about?”

the girl said again and Cristina smile. " Oh my apologies let me introduce myself, I'm Cristina Ema Lane and I'm Mr Shane's friend " she said and the girl nodded look at the shirt she was wearing " Im Priya Erikis "she said and Cristina smile " you can come inside Priya" she said and move to the side allowing Priya to walk in, When Dave saw Priya he frown and look at Cristina who didn't look bothered by Priya 's present " Why are you here" Dave asked her in a stern voice and Cristina look at him with a raised eyebrow and he ignored her

But what a pair of jeans. The skin-tight denim hugged her incredibly long, shapely legs like a second skin. There was a healthy gap between her thighs. A small opening the shape of a triangle peeked beneath her pussy. Her jeans were so tight, the seam on her slit gave her a hint of camel-toe, even through the denim.

It was comforting to know she didn’t have to prepare for the evening entirely alone. A moment later Priya held up a deep navy dress. It was structured and elegant without being flashy. The fabric caught the lamplight with a soft shine that showed its quality without making it look expensive or attention-seeking. “This one,” she said. “It says founder, not guest. Which is what you are tonight.”

Which of the letters had been hers? Jake tapped my shoulder, signalling that the lunch break was over. I drew my gaze away from her as Shayla announced that we were to continue the audition. I found myself staring at her again. God, she was beautiful. She was in some tide black jeans that show off her ass , beige boots ,black crop top with a beige jacket. Her hair was down, a few braids running to the back of her head and sercuring her hair in place.

Jean asked nervously, peeking out from their white canopy at the guests who were mingling around. Rebecca smiled and gave her friend a warm embrace, “You look gorgeous.” Jean was dressed in a simple yet stunning lacy sheath wedding dress. It fitted at Jean’s waist and fell straight to the ground below her hips with minimal flare. Her mother in law who stood next to them was beaming from ear to ear.

“Ethan, beta! You’re finally here!” Her voice hit him before he saw her. Warm, a little husky, the kind that always made him sit up straighter as a kid. Priya walked in from the hallway wiping her hands on a dish towel, wearing a simple maroon tank top and loose black shorts that stopped high on her thighs. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a few strands sticking to her neck from the kitchen steam. At forty-two she still looked like she could turn heads without trying—full breasts straining against the thin fabric, wide hips that swayed naturally when she moved, smooth golden-brown skin that glowed even in the dim light.

“We’ll need good access. You can undress from the waist down and leave your panties on, just pull them aside when we’re ready. Whatever makes you comfortable.” She nodded, turning slightly away as she unbuttoned her jeans. The soft sound of the zipper filled the quiet room. She slid the denim down her legs, revealing smooth, toned thighs and simple black lace panties that hugged her curves perfectly. When she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and adjusted them to expose the exact spot—barely an inch from her mound, my mouth went dry. Her body was flawless up close: the gentle swell of her lower belly, the soft dip of skin, the way her hips curved invitingly. Heat pooled in my gut, and I f