The intricate stitching on my denim shorts consumes your thoughts entirely. Despite your best efforts to banish the image from your mind, it lingers relentlessly. ‘I can resist. I don’t need this,’ you repeat like a mantra, desperately seeking solace in those words. But do they truly provide any semblance of comfort? Because here you are once more, drawn into the allure of this description while fixating on the preview before you. Lost in the moment, you fail to realize the undeniable evidence of your arousal. Perhaps if you could cease fixating on the notion of ravishing the pockets of my denim shorts, you wouldn’t find yourself in this predicament. Embedding that desire within your gooner psyche was effortless. Now I understand that it’s only a matter of time before you succumb to worship. You’re powerless to resist that craving, your debauched denim fantasies proving inadequate. You yearn to purchase this clip, eager to elevate your worship to new heights.
