Going Commando

I’ve always hated the thought of not wearing underwear and would go so far as to call it a soft limit. TSH and I actually discussed it earlier this week. He saw me getting dressed, pulling a long skirt as the first item. He wasn’t in the room when I finished dressing. When he came back in, his first reaction was to run his hand up the back of my thigh and bottom to see whether I’d put my knickers on.
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