There's the tight ones that hug your arse (or the arse of that gorgeous guy). There's the baggy ones, that somehow make you obsess about the bulge in front. Then ... there's that rare breed that fits just perfectly ... cups each butt cheek, folds neatly around the thighs, slinks (like an illicit manic lover) into the butt crack (just the horniest thing). And they feel amazing on the body. Best of all are the jeans you "re-discover" after a long absense, perfectly worn-in and aligned with even the movement of your knee and your favourite underwear (that sneak so well above the waistband). They know you better than anyone else ... witnessed the best sex, felt ten thousand erections. Even now, I always leave a few buttons undone. Just in case ...
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