Cameltoe Jeans goes fucking wrong. Amazing [Flashing]

The jeans were supposed to be tight, but not this tight. She wriggled her plump ass, trying to get comfortable, but every shift just made the denim squeeze her cunt harder. The seam was a fucking vise, grinding into her throbbing clit with every tiny movement. She was already soaked, her juices smearing the inside of her thighs, making the fabric stick to her skin. She could feel every fucking stitch, every slight tug of the material against her sensitive flesh. Her breath hitched as she rubbed against the rough seam, a involuntary moan escaping her lips. She knew she was putting on a show, her cameltoe on full display, the denim stretched taut over her swollen pussy lips. She could see the outline of her slit, the damp patch growing larger with each passing second.

She fumbled with the button, her fingers clumsy with lust. Finally, it popped open, and she sighed in relief as the pressure eased slightly. But the relief was short-lived as she tried to shimmy out of the tight jeans. The fabric caught on her hips, her ass, her thighs, each inch a battle. She grunted, her face flushed with effort and arousal. Her pussy was on fire, her clit pulsing with need. She could feel her juices dripping down her legs, the room filled with the scent of her desire. She gave a final, frustrated tug, and the jeans ripped, the sound of tearing denim echoing through the room. She was free, her naked pussy finally exposed, glistening with her arousal. She fell back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her fingers diving into her soaked cunt, fucking herself hard and fast, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.