Your obsession with denim has rendered you powerless, kneeling before me. Now, I hold all the cards, and your cock is at my mercy. Fear not, I’ll permit you to climax to my denim-clad booty. But I want you to spoil it for me—a token of gratitude for allowing you the privilege of stroking. Envision tracing your fingers over every stitch, kissing my pockets as your hand fervently works your shaft. You crave this ass, these denim shorts, yet once again, you find yourself without. This is your reality now, and you’ll witness the extent of my control with a messy, ruined orgasm.
