I just love preying on the weak minds of you poor, helpless denim addicts. You lust and obsess over Me in Jeans, and the so close yet so far away of both the denim and Me drives you insane. I could be walking in front of you with these jeans, and you could see ever curve of My perfection, but the material of the denim keeps My perfect ass tightly concealed. Kind of like your computer.. I'm standing right in front of you.. I bet your face is pressed right up against the screen, but you'll never be close to Me. So, here it is... you'll ultimate demise. How does it feel to be so easily consumed b...

I just love preying on the weak minds of you poor, helpless denim addicts. You lust and obsess over Me in Jeans, and the so close yet so far away of both the denim and Me drives you insane. I could be walking in front of you with these jeans, and you could see ever curve of My perfection, but the material of the denim keeps My perfect ass tightly concealed. Kind of like your computer.. I'm standing right in front of you.. I bet your face is pressed right up against the screen, but you'll never be close to Me. So, here it is... you'll ultimate demise. How does it feel to be so easily consumed by what you'll never have? You allow a pair of jeans to repeatedly your mind and bank just so that you can catch a glimpse of what controls you. Welcome to your destruction.