You've been sitting at home wondering why your girl came back looking flushed, breathless, and smelling like another woman's perfume. Let me tell you exactly what happened. I walked up behind her on that dance floor in my black jeans and belt, pressed my body against her, and claimed her in front of everybody. I grinded on her, she rode my thigh, and we put on a show the wholeclub couldn't stop watching. I'll even demonstrate every move I made on her — the grabbing, the humping, the grinding — all through my tight black jeans. By the time I'm done, you'll know exactly who your girlfriend belongs to tonight.