You crave my attention, but Iβm the prize youβll never earn for free.
Empty your wallet just to hear a word.
Beg all you want; silence is my weapon.
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.
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 doesnβt deserve attention, only the privilege of paying for it.