Don’t you wish you could bury your pathetic little face deep into my jeans, feel the tight fabric hug my ass while you breathe me in? I love watching you drown in that desperate craving, sniffing, gasping for the scent and taste that proves your place beneath me.
Let the smell of my asshole seep through the denim and fill your senses, let that alone give you purpose. Crawl closer, beg for the permission you don’t deserve, and watch me decide whether I’ll let you taste what you crave.