I know how fucked you feel when you see the shine of my PVC, that's why I'm wearing these leggings to fuck with you. the squeak of my legs rubbing together while wrapped in them takes over your whole mental state turning you into a weak mess that I can play with. You want so desperately to touch, to feel and worship them but I want to see you beg loser, and by beg I mean send. Convince me to let a wimp like you worship me in such delicious PVC. Which you do, you send by listening to my instructions but I'm not satisfied, I want more and you obey, you to give me anything but even that's not enough. you feel so pathetic and weak as I continue to deny you access to what you crave.