I found the handsomest gentleman on the planet, took him home, and made him model this sexy thong. The jungle pattern was alluring, but the material was a little skanky. Though the box claimed "patent leather," the materials tag on the garment coughed up the truth: "100% Polyurethane." Yuck! The sweet young thing complained that the plastic was suffocating his manmeat, and begged me to let him take it off. First I made him turn around and show off his ass, which he did, patiently, still complaining about the uncomfortable pouch. Finally, he could stand it no more, and, with a grandiose gesture, he ripped the flimsy lingerie off his bod, revealing the divine perfection of nature.
There's definitely something to be said for a garment that begs to be removed.