I see your eyes. They’re glued to my tight, blue denim jeans. Don’t you love them? They seem to be painted on their so tight. I can see your eyes glaze over as you watch me move in them. The sound of the zipper on these jeans is arousing, isn’t it? You’re falling in love with my ass in these jeans. You’re slipping into sweet sweet bliss as I bend and stretch. There’s nothing you can do to escape it. Just accept your new life as my little love slave.