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The tight jeans hug his hard, sculpted body like a second skin. I can’t help but crave to feel the fabric cling to my hands as I explore the contours of his heat. His breathing quickens as I tug him closer, my own heart beating faster with desire.

His tight jeans rode low on his hips, revealing a hint of his boxers beneath, and a flat stomach begging for touches. His eyes glinted with uninhibited desire as he ran a hand over his partner’s thighs. As the two embraced, a third man stepped up to join the scene, adding even more heat to the tantalizing threeway.

The denim hugged his hourglass figure like nothing else. I felt desire stirring as I watched him saunter away in that skin-tight denim, my gaze trailing the muscles of his glutes, the tantalizing lines of his inner thighs. He was a walking invitation to sin, and I wanted to answer the call.

He slipped his hand inside my jean pocket and lingered, arousal building in his touch. My jeans were tight against my taut skin, his fingers expertly tracing my body’s curves and contours, making my head spin. His lips burned against mine and our deep kiss was urgent and charged with energy, my body trembling with delight.

He glides across the room, every muscle of his long, lean body outlined in the light denim that clings to his curves. With every step, the fabric rubs against his skin, evoking a blistering heat. His bedroom eyes and parted lips draw me in, and I want nothing more than to feel his skin against mine.

The tight denim contours of his muscular thighs, down to his hips and then that telltale bulge of something more. His aroused desire enflamed anticipation and my mouth watered, imagining all the Saturday night possibilities. His heat radiating, commanding my body to take notice of the beautiful potential of this night.