[A smile, his eyes dropping to her fingers as he flicks the button free of its hold. The zipper follows and then he's turning, giving her his back as he starts to slowly shimmy out of his jeans. He leaves his boxerbriefs on, a black spot of fabric against the tan of his skin as he steps out of his jeans. A wiggle of his backside, then a slap to one cheek, and he half turns, giving her a coy look that he can't quite hold onto with the grin forcing itself to show.]
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Do I satisfy?