He lives for the rush of surrender the ache in his bank account is his only pleasure. Every dollar is a confession of his obsession. He doesn’t deserve attention, only the privilege of paying for it.
This isn't for free loaders. You stroke when I say, stop when I command, and edge for my amusement. Every twitch of your pathetic cock costs you. Every whimper, every needy breath, just proves how owned you are.