Low-rise jeans are a phenomenon that wasn't around when I was a kid. In fact, girls during my high school days had rather high-waisted polyester Angel Flights (which drive me crazy in their own way, with that flat panel in front just so, just like that).
But these low-rise jeans, not only the ones that sit low on a girl's butt, but hang low in front, halfway down her pubis, practically sitting on the top of her pubic hair, can't be good for the morality of youth today.
Fuck, it screams "beaver below."
Don't get me wrong - I love to see these hippy hippie chicks walk down the street, with their lower stomach exposed, and the pants cradling that round packet - that sweet spot just above their pussies where the cum would shoot if you pulled out just before blowing your load - exposed to see.
I sneak a peek and imagine a watery rope of cum on their stomachs, right there. Just a snap and half a zip and I could see the underwear they're wearing.
But then - these styles dictate that underwear not be worn. So the look isn't complicated by undergarments.
Which is a different look. An underwear-is-peeking out look. Which makes the low jeans that much more sexy, that much more revealing.
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