Finna destroy you worse than Part 1. Slid into these vintage gold-stitch jeans with my emerald bodysuit tucked tight. The fading across the seat is huggin' every curve of this ebony ass - you can see that separation crease through the denim tension. Grippin' this black leather belt near my hip, gold bangles clinkin', decidin' if cinch you tighter or just tease you with what you ain't gettin'. Deeper tease. Tighter fit. You still ain't touchin' nothin' but your screen.