I want your cash, and you want to give it to me. I already have millions of dollars. So what? You want to toss your drop into the bucket anyway. You want to contribute the paltry sum that you’re capable of giving, because nothing else makes your cock harder than emptying your bank account for Princess Candy. That’s the point of findom. It doesn’t matter that I’ve spent more than your yearly salary on shoes. It doesn’t matter that you could send me a tribute of your whole bank balance, and I probably wouldn’t even notice. If anything, that makes it all the better. You love being used. You lo... Show more