Not much more has to be said about this clip other than I tease you in this barely there sheer lace robe of mine, offering up little peeks and glances, describing for you what it would be like if I let you take palmful…

Just now stumbling upon financial domination? And find yourself questioning why the thought of financially submitting to a woman sounds so hot?

do men work work so hard? Does that number in your bank account make you proud? No, you don’t earn money to hoard it. You work to be able to buy the attention and approval of women.

Tell me how badly you need my attention. Admit how interested you are in dabbling into my money fetish. I’m not requiring you to drop it all on me… quite yet. But what I am requiring from you is to make a little tribute to me. Go on. Feel that rush it creates. Fall down my rabbit hole.

Foot bitch can’t get enough of my perfect peds. They make him so hot, so horny. My feet are my sex life. You can’t cum without my feet. Even your wife knows it. Is that why she’s my foot bitch too? The two of you wrapped around my little toe, lost in my perfect wrinkled soles. No arousal, no orgasm without my feet. You and wife on your knees begging to worship and kiss.

Lots of kissy noises into his cum countdown drives my foot bitch mad.

The ultimate investment: ME. Pay to obey me.

You fund into me. I am the portfolio that keeps you growing. You cash out in means of orgasm and I allow multiple, multiple cash outs. Secure your future in me.

 

 

Such an ass kisser, feeding my ego whilst being a bumbling idiot. But what I want is a literal ass kisser. A nervous slave on his knees awaiting permission to press his lips against my ass. Pucker up and wait for my word to kiss. Grovel and verbalize your cock throbbing lust for me. I know it’s difficult thinking with your little brain but either way you’re going to sound stupid, so don’t let that stop you. Talk to my ass, tell me how you need it.

Lips to the screen, on the count of 3, kiss my ass.