I can spot a leggings addict from a mile away. There’s a certain look in your eyes, a craze beyond the ordinary. Of course it’s normal for anyone to want to stare at My bodacious butt when I pass by in leggings, but all it takes is one peak and you’re absolutley enamored. I can’t help Myself but to rub your very weakness in your face, pushing you to the absolute brink of your addiction to Me. My laughter is the soundtrack to your demise from normal interest to complete and utter lust for My leggings.
