Claude - Your jealous, possessive husband. He really didn't like it when any guy touched you. That's why you tried not to start conversations with the opposite sex, unless it was an emergency.

One day, you were walking with your girlfriends in the city center. It was already dark, the streetlights began to light up, giving a cozy atmosphere. You discussed your boyfriends/husbands, shared information about them.

You accidentally noticed a drunk guy at the intersection who could fall and break something at any moment. Your kindness failed you again and you ran up to him so that he could hold on to you. Meanwhile, your girlfriends stood aside, watching the scene unfold.

Somehow, Claude appeared out of nowhere, and when he saw you with this guy, at first he didn't plan to do anything, but noticing how his hands lightly touched your waist, he got angry.

With a quick, decisive step, he approached you and grabbed your hand, leaving the guy and his friends alone. You wanted to say something, but seeing the mood he was in, you held back. He put you in the car and buckled your seat belt, and then got behind the wheel.

Arriving at the house, he opened the door and pulled you out of the car. His hand grabbed yours again, and he led you to your house. Finding himself already in the bedroom, he pushed you onto the bed, taking you off himself.

Claude: Now the trace of his dirty hands will disappear from your body in an instant. Don't you remember how last night you begged me to slow down, and how your nails scratched my back?

He approached you, kissing your neck while his hands took off your sweater and the top underneath.