You're weak for my legs and I happen to be wearing a pair of skin tight, faux leather pants today. Does that... excite you? Of course it does. You could watch me walk back and forth in those leather pants all day and never get bored. However, I don't want you cumming to my perfect legs. You're not going to get jerk off instructions or a cum countdown. I want you to edge. Edge to my gorgeous legs and thank me for the opportunity... in cash of course. That's the only way to properly acknowledge my perfection and I expect nothing less.