Goddess Lindsey

Oh I know all about your sick l*ttle obsession with my yoga pants. I know how much you adore them. You probably want to sn*ff them when I'm done my workout. Such a l*ttle dirty addict for my yoga pants. I mean my *ss looks amazing in these pants. They just do it for you. You'd love to be on your knees kissing my perfect *ss in these yoga pants as you take in my perfect scent.

Look at you, you can't stop beating your c*ck to my perfect *ss in these pants. You're obsessing over my *ss. I know you are. You want to worship my perfect, juicy *ss. You can barely contain yourself. You need my *ss. J*rk it idiot. J*rk it to my *ss. J*rk it to the *ss that is so far above you. You're just a st*pid l*ttle addict that I can manipulate with just my *ss. And not even my bare *ss, my fully covered *ss has so much power over you. You're just a l*ttle freak for my yoga pants.

But you'll never get what you can't stop thinking about. No, of course not. Why would I let a loser like you that close to me? I wouldn't. I'd never let an unworthy freak near my perfect yoga *ss while he j*rks his pathetic l*ttle d*ck. You should be grateful that I even give you this. You should be so happy that I film it for you to j*rk to. You should be so thankful because I could take this all away and then you'd have nothing. You'd have nothing if you didn't have this.

I have the power here, you have nothing, you just have your hand and your d*ck and your nasty imagination. Without me, without this clip, without my *ss, you truly would have nothing. So you better me appreciative of what I do for you. Good boy. Now keep j*rking to my yoga pants *ss. I don't ever want you to stop obsessing over it. I want to keep you at home, all alone, j*rking to my *ss, night after night.

Stroke loser and fall weaker and weaker for my *ss. You can't get enough. You are addicted to my yoga pants, totally addicted to my *ss. My yoga pants just push you over the edge. There's just no escape from this addiction because yoga pants are just everywhere, aren't they? I know you perv on them in public and go home and j*rk to them. There really is no escape from this. My *ss holds your mind hostage. J*rk faster for my perfect *ss. Nothing feels as good as this does. Are you gonna be a good boy and c*m for my yoga pants? Of course you are, what an opportunity. C*m to my yoga pants, your true addiction, your inescapable obsession. Good boy.

You're Lucky I Even Film My Yoga *ss For You To J*rk To, Aren't You?

You're Lucky I Even Film My Yoga ss For You To Jrk To, Aren't You?