He exhales and puts them back in giving me a firm look not to challenge him, "You do need them," he stops to give me that firm look again when I open my mouth to argue, "I want to be the only one knowing what you're wearing under these jeans." He runs his hand over my backside with a strong hand slowly pulling away leaving me a mushy mess ready to say yes to anything else he wants me to wear if he promises to touch me like that again.
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