packing

I saw him walking down the street like he was royalty, and I knew it was because he was packing.

She couldn't help but laugh when her friend walked by with his pants practically bursting.

He walked into the mall like he was the king of the block, and I knew it wasn't just his attitude.

He said he could fit three people in his pants, and I believed him.

At the gym, he flexed his cock like it was a muscle.

He bragged about his cock so much, even the barista asked him to stop.

He wore a hoodie, but his cock was still sticking out like a neon sign.

He tried to hide it in his jeans, but it popped out like a balloon.

Even his pants were trying to escape because of how big his cock was.

He said he could wrestle a bear with his cock, and I believed him.

He flexed his cock like it was going to break the wall.

He even tried to show it off in the elevator, and the whole building heard it.

He walked into the store like he was about to rob it.

He had his gun hidden so well, even the cashier didn’t notice.

He was eating a sandwich when he pulled out his gun like it was a side dish.

He walked into the pool like he was going to swim with his cock.

He said his cock was so big, it could fill an entire lake.

Even the dolphins swam away when he showed it off.

She walked into the store like she was going to climb the ceiling.

Her strapon was so big, even the barista asked if it was a new product.

She used her strapon like it was a tool, and I was impressed.