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The closer the two of you approach the captain’ quarters, you feel the hand that was once around your waist snake down below your side with each step, eventually settling down to rest on your ass – supporting it as each bounce of your step gave him something to hold and squeeze.
You couldn’t help but smile and beamed a little brighter once you noticed that Law already had his eyes upon you – his smirk growing a bit wider as he gauged your reaction to his handsy-ness.
Little did he know, however, is that you just farted and couldn’t believe that he didn’t feel it ripple through your pants regardless of all the walking and there was definitely some bubbling that would have blown his hand clean off if your shorts wasn’t there to protect it.