Goddess Devon’s Morning Wallet Rinse

You wake up hard.
You wake up needing.
You wake up mine.

And before your feet even hit the floor, I’m already in your ears — whispering the truth you try to forget every night:
💋 “Devon owns your cock. Devon owns your cash. Devon owns your pathetic little moan.”

This morning wallet rinse is your new alarm.
No snooze button.
No escape.
Just my voice, commanding you into tribute before breakfast.

You will:
💰 Open your payment app on command
💰 Confirm transfer while whispering “Thank you, Goddess”
💰 Feel your erection throb — useless, untouched, waiting

Because your cock doesn’t get to move until I say.
And when it finally does?

I guide your hand. I set the pace.
Faster. Slower. Stop.
You’re so close your vision blurs — and just as you beg to spill…
I demand more.

Then I make you edge again — harder, needier — only to ruin it a second time.

This isn’t pleasure.
It’s daily conditioning.
A ritual of financial sacrifice and sexual denial — all sealed with my laugh in your ear.

Use it every morning.
Use it every relapse.
Use it when you’re so hard you’ll do anything