It's the cut of the things, the floppy front that isn't served by what she has inside. They stretch in a different away across the ass of a woman, and pull up on her crotch.
They're revealing. Loose and yet tight. There's a kind of camel-toe affect. Her pussy is so easily discernable, yet strangely deemphasized.
They ride on her thighs and low on her waist.
It's the waistband. That's it. Another shot of a woman, this time wearing boy's briefs. There is not only the elastic waistband, but the goddamn trap door in front so she can pull her dick out and take a piss.
Oh, the fabric stretches across her wide hips, and makes it clear, there's no cock in there. Flat and curved. A crevice, a wet fold.
I'd want to pull those aside and fuck her while the underwear stretched and got wet with my cum and her fluids between her legs, moving in and out and her underwear became a sopping cummy foamy mess.
Ruined for now. But a stretched-aside androgynous marker of our sexual union.
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