"You like my jeans, you die into my jeans," she huffs as she pinches you up with two fingers, lifts you to the lip of the back pocket and slips you down, down into the darkness. She lets you go, but her jeans are so tight that you are held suspended by the tight denim right around the middle of the pocket. Goddess Barbara runs her finger over the little bulge your trapped body makes as she stands up.

"You like inside my back pocket? ", she giggles as she presses the little bump through the denim harder. You are being compressed between walls of denim and cannot move. "Stuck little slave...die". She presses hard enough to make your body squash. Goddess Barbara moans with pleasure as she keeps pressing where the bulge was, listening the quiet sound of sticky goo inside her pocket. She slips her hand into the pocket and moans again when she feels the wetness inside.

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