The sting of the wallet. A little here and a little there and it all adds up. But it’s only enough to get you worked up, not enough to put you over the edge.
This sting will put you over the edge.
I’m that luxury. I am the finer things in life.
You want to be ruined. Destroyed. I demand tribute and you comply. So pig, you’re fucked.
Pure, unconditional worship.
You release, you let go, you give in.
Eyes drawn to my fingertips tracing my body.
Countdown to orgasm and submit.
That’s a good boy. That’s MY good boy.
Be a good pay piggy.
A good piggy for me.
You want to stroke to me, not her.
Stroke to me. Give into me. Release it for me.
You will be worked up and guided through stroking until release. I relieve your stress, take away your worry. I absorb your fears and promote your desires. With me, nothing else matters. You will leave feeling like a new man.
