Goddess Diamond's Stank Ass Jeans

I'm teasing you in three stages of denim ass worship hell. I start in these tight jeans, belt locked, denim wedged deep in my thick ebony crack. Been wearing them all day. Building up that real funk. That deep musty ghetto goddess scent. You watch me bend, tease, make you suffer. Then I come back, jeans halfway down, belt barely holding, that phone in my back pocket riding against my skin. More cheek. More jiggle. More of what you crave. Finally? Jeans completely under my fat ass. Buttoned. Belted. Useless. My hole out. My stink free. Walking, bouncing, grinding while denim stays trapped under me.