You have an addiction, an addiction to PVC. You love how it looks on Me and the sounds it makes as I rub and move in the PVC. From the fingertips of My gloves to the ends of My boots you will worship every inch. Let the sweet squeaking sounds serenade you as you stare into the shiny, tight, material hugging My body... PVC makes you weak, but PVC on ME makes you the weakest.
