There’s an undeniable allure to a woman clad in designer denim, isn’t there? But when did this fascination morph into an insatiable yearning that now consumes you? Those impure thoughts swirling in your mind have spiraled into an obsession you can no longer contain. Mere adoration from afar is no longer sufficient. You crave proximity, to run your fingers along the intricate stitching of My pockets. Yet, even that won’t satiate your desires. No, you yearn to delve deeper, to immerse yourself fully—to thrust into My pockets with reckless abandon. Admit it. Confess how your mouth waters at the mere thought of your manhood plunging in and out of My designer denim. I knew I could unravel you, and there’s no turning back from here.
