My Cock. My Cash. My Planet.
click... click...
Oh… look at you.
Tiny.
Trembling.
Already hard just staring up at me.
You didn’t even press play yet, and you’re leaking like some weak little walletworm with a cock.
What were you expecting? A welcome mat?
Bitch, I am the earthquake.
Your bank account already knows my name.
Your dick? It’s a panic button I step on whenever I want.
And this? This is my heel—raised, glinting, about to drop.
Right where your savings used to live.
You don’t get to watch me.
You worship me.
You fund me.
You beg to be flattened.
If you can’t afford me, don’t bother crawling.
But if you can?
Strip. Stroke. Shiver.
And pay the f✶ck up.
Because I’m not just above you—I own what’s left of you....
Oh… look at you.
Tiny.
Trembling.
Already hard just staring up at me.
You didn’t even press play yet, and you’re leaking like some weak little walletworm with a cock.
What were you expecting? A welcome mat?
Bitch, I am the earthquake.
Your bank account already knows my name.
Your dick? It’s a panic button I step on whenever I want.
And this? This is my heel—raised, glinting, about to drop.
Right where your savings used to live.
You don’t get to watch me.
You worship me.
You fund me.
You beg to be flattened.
If you can’t afford me, don’t bother crawling.
But if you can?
Strip. Stroke. Shiver.
And pay the f✶ck up.
Because I’m not just above you—I own what’s left of you....
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