Man's Bulge Mga Nobela at Kwento

I stood up from the argument, it was so hard that I acted when the skirt was too tight! “Doc, please forgive my nephew, he’s just really naughty,” Tit said with a smile to the handsome man with the big bulge. Damn. What? Doctor? A handsome man with a big bulge?! I repeatedly stare at his bulge. The size really is! No wonder this handsome man with a big bulge is a doctor because most of the doctors in the hospital are handsome. It’s just surprising that he’s a doctor because of the size of his bulge, such a bulge for pornstar!

I can already see the cruel, unrelenting bulge of his dick threatening to tear his pants. He finally undoes his zip, and it springs out like a feral animal snapping out of a cage. “Holy hell,” I gasp, unable to take my eyes off it.

Good gravy! I had never seen him in anything aside from suits. The man before me was... Unjustly sculpted. His arms were layered with muscles, bulging ones that made me wonder if they could breathe through all that damn suit he wore. From the exposed sides, I could see the hard muscles that lined his chest. Damn, I thought, biting my lip. At least now I knew why those women came flocking around him. The man oozed a strong sexual appeal, it was hard to not get knocked off your feet.

a voice said, jerking us back to reality. I struggled to get up from him, but it only made me crash down on him again, and he quickly shoved me away from him. My eyes went down, and I saw the bulge in his shorts. Even though I was naive and innocent, I read a lot of books to know what the bulge meant. I quickly looked away, shielding my eyes from him. He quickly stood to his feet and gave me an unsure look before taking off.

The plug drove impossibly deeper, the pressure on my prostate making my toes curl. I crossed my legs quickly praying the growing bulge in my jeans wasn’t noticeable in the dark theater. God I was fucked

Just enough. The first one was fine. The second one we scrolled past without discussion. The third one made us both go still. Red background. A man from the shoulders down — no face, no name, just structure. Wide shoulders, a chest that looked carved, abs that led down to a V line so sharp it disappeared into dark trousers like a map to somewhere dangerous. One hand held a black belt loosely at his side. At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees.

Were any of them wearing cock rings? In doing so I began to notice bulges. I had never looked at a man's crotch before, never gave it any thought. But now that I was looking, I could see their bulges. Some were so faint you could hardly see. Others were right there and hard to miss. Some went to the left, some to the right. Some wore briefs, some wore boxers. I got to where I could tell in a glance. I found myself visualizing their cocks in my head. It was crazy.

I couldn't help but notice a bulge, hitting me below my stomach and how his hands tightened around my waist each time the bulge came up. Eat me, Alpha Kade.

She turned her phone to me. The photo was a grotesque representation of a huge man. A huge beer belly was hidden under a white tank top. His face was hidden, thank god. But something else was not. Looking down at the photo, I saw this despicable man standing in his gray boxer shorts. Which were hugging tightly around a massive bulge. It was surreal. The head threatened to poke out down against the inside of his thigh. And the obvious girth was as monstrous as the rest of the photo.

It hit me like a slap—and fuck, it made my hole clench around nothing. He reached down. Big hand cupping the thick bulge in his sweatpants. He squeezed once, slowly. The fabric stretched, outlining every ridge and vein. Jesus Christ, he was huge. Even soft(ish) it looked obscene—long, girthy, hanging heavy to the left.