They make you throb uncontrollably. They make you drip uncontrollable.
And they make you spend uncontrollably.
Anything for my tits. Anything to enJOI my tits.
Who’s a good tit bitch? Who’s MY tit bitch?
You need to cum for my perfection. My tits control you.
You spend to stroke and stroke to spend. All for my tits. Now go make your cum tax and enJOI my bouncing, jiggling cum countdown.
What do you think the price of being born with a dick is? There’s a cum tax for every orgasm. There’s a fee for every hard on. The pleasure you feel is derived from financial sacrifice because you always have to pay to stroke. Stroking for me isn’t free. I can touch myself freely all day long and you can only stroke yourself at a cost. It’s expensive owning a dick. Go tribute me with a pre-cum tax and then watch me tease the fuck out of you before ultimately denying you.
Up and down, up and down. I zip. You drip.
Open that wallet, like a good boy does and please me.
Dripping and zipping.
Funding my greed.
My tits make you weak and you cannot resist sending tribute.
You can’t enjoy the stroke, your orgasm isn’t as fulfilling without truly knowing you’ve done everything you possibly can do to please me. You put me first. But you can’t do that because you have baggage, don’t you?
You could easily sneak off and bang one out behind her back but it’s not the same. You want lasting commitment. You want to invest in me, in us. I am your one true future. It’s me and you, til the end. You’re one true desire.
Tell me how much fun you had last night. It was so hot. The harder I drained you the easier it was. Tribute after tribute. I snapped effortlessly and you jumped.
But I want more. I always want more. And it’s you responsibility to give it to me.
