"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.