Too Broke to Stroke
Did I say you could look at me yet? No.
Did I say you could breathe near me for free? Definitely not.
You’re already annoying me and we haven’t even started.
Scroll slower, loser—Queen-Mommy’s expensive, and your broke little fingers don’t deserve this page.
Bet your card’s trembling harder than your dick.
Pathetic. You came here to beg, didn’t you?
Hoping Queen-Mommy would accidentally show you some mercy?
Spoiler: I won’t.
I’m not your girlfriend.
I’m not your fantasy.
I’m your problem.
And every second you hesitate is another fee stacked on your failure.
So?
Gonna whine like a cheap little pig?
Or finally pay like a man who's worth being drained?
Didn’t think so....


