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 in Intox-Fantasy, 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.