I knew these jeans were too tight, but I couldn’t resist how they cling to every curve. As I pull them up, the denim catches on my hips, making my butt jiggle with every tug. I wiggle, bounce, and press the waistband higher, breathless from the struggle — and the way it feels. The tighter they get, the more turned on I get. The rough fabric dragging over my skin sends sparks through me. By the time they finally snap into place, my thighs are pressed together, my hips rolling without thinking, craving more friction. I shouldn’t enjoy this — but God, I do.