“PANTS” на русском языке

He had just crossed a river and his work pants were sticking to his legs uncomfortably.

He cursed against her wetness, and he reached down with his other hand to adjust himself in his pants.

The Mother knew he had enough to deal with today, both with Nesta’s lesson and beyond it, without descending into thoughts of peeling those pants off her and worshipping every inch of that spectacular backside.

Her breathing came in sharp pants as he traced the tip of a finger around her nipple.

Pulled it up to her navel and then stared at her, bare and gleaming, pressed against the bulge in his pants.

How his skin had become too tight at the way she said his name, his cock an insistent ache rubbing against the buttons of his pants.

He’d come in his pants after a few touches from Nesta, soaking himself like he was no better than he’d been in his youth.

She was aching, so wet that every stitch of the seam down the center of her pants was torture.

And isn’t this man by your side wearing his pants?

Their pants are wetter now than ours were an hour ago.

Those pants were going to kill him.