Indulge in Kink. Explore Your Mind
Spending feels like sex to you, doesn’t it? And there’s nothing I love more than the sweet, pussy tingling lubrication of being paid. And that means that you get to have the pleasure of stroking your cock, obsessing over me and worshipping me. And, of course, paying me.
That money in your account? It’s not really yours, it’s just waiting to be spent on something that actually matters. Like my new lingerie. Buy it. Stroke. Obey. Admit how good it feels to give freely.
You’ll fall into that sweet, stupid spiral the second you see me. I’m going to edge you. Tease you. Degrade you. Drain you. And you’re going to thank me for every second of it. Because this is who you are now. My little addict. My horny little paypig. My broken gooner.
My dick rating program is not for the faint of heart. I’ll dissect every inch of your shaft, critique your technique, scrutinize every vein, every pube and every detail.
Worship Waltrude