Who needs Calvin Kleins when you can have Hanes?
Taking them off, putting them on, I love a good pair of boxer-briefs. Enough coverage to accentuate his thighs. Form-fitting enough to remind me of what’s behind door number one.
While I rarely wear panties anymore, I’m always shocked when he goes commando.
I’m happy to slip my hand down his jeans and find nothing but bare skin. But I’m just as happy to move back that Hanes waistband, too. Cup his balls, wrap my hand around his shaft, and give him a knowing look as he grows beneath my touch, twitching and bobbing as much as the confined space allows.
When he pulls them off, his shaft sproings forward with a mind of it’s own. And when he pulls them up, I think about the next chance I’ll have to get between him and his Hanes.
I do love it when you get between me and my Hanes.
Just wait until we’re alone again. Bow chicka wow wow…
I’m a fan of boxer briefs. Something about the way they hug the thighs just works for me. (Autocorrect just changed “for me” to “do me.” Hmmm… 😛 )
Your autocorrect knows what’s up. 😉
Mmmm. Having a lady’s hands in underwear is such an awesome feeling!
As it should be! 🙂
I will admit I prefer my man in his boxers they just fit his butt so well. mmmmmm
🙂 Love butt-fitting anything. JB has a pair of jeans that he wears that makes me drool.