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Pantsed At The Movies
This wasn’t just a cute movie date—it was a trap. i brought him there with one goal: to pants him. repeatedly. the moment we walked in, i started yanking his pants down—again and again—laughing while he scrambled to cover himself. watching him squirm, blush, and silently beg me to stop? it was perfect. i made a whole scene of it—teasing, humiliating, and owning him right there in the theater. and just when i started to almost feel bad for how wrecked and embarrassed he looked… i gave him a lazy little pity hand job. not because he deserved it—but because i felt sorry for him. that’s the kind of wife i am. playful. cruel. and completely in control
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