You show me your appreciation with cash. You are allowed to worship my beautiful bum, my juicy round ass… but you are only allowed to jerk to it once I see you are worth of my time and attention. I take cash money not pleading and begging.
How much have you spent on me to make you feel like a loser? How much cash has it cost you to be humiliated by me? Go on, give me an actual number. I want you to see exactly how pathetic you are to be teased, denied, and then humiliated by me. I want you jerking off as I rub in your face how much I’ve taken from you.
You follow all my online accounts, constantly refreshing. Refresh, refresh, refresh. You can’t get enough. You stalk my every move. There’s a word for that, fanboy. It’s called obsession.
And it’s taking over. It’s not enough to sit back and watch my every move. You crave to be involved with me, to chat with me. You reach out and msg me for a quick session. Small tributes begin to grow into more and more until I’ve completely taken over your real life and your wallet. It’s never enough, fanboy. And this is just the beginning.
You honestly thought you would win? You thought you could resist the excitement I caused you and the urge to pay me?
Not only did you pay me for nothing, you’re paying me for this clip.
In fact, I’m going to do you a favor and lock up your cock. The less aroused it becomes the less you spend… right?
WRONG. It still throbs and you still have the urge to spend on me. You are nothing more than a financial slave and a tease and denial junkie. And the release fee, I will decide that once I hear from you…
I’m here cuz you pay me big money. I remind you of that repeatedly. I mock you and I tease you and then I mock you some more. I throw up your fav hand gestures over and over to ensure you know what you are: a fucking loser. And of course I tease you more. I verbally destroy you and I finally deny you a happy ending. Let’s not forget the tribute you’re sending me for ruining that orgasm. You’re welcome.
