I just have one quick question for you...

you seem to keep coming back, again and again, to have your wallet fucked by a greedy Princess like Me. You whimper and whine about getting in trouble while at the same time you’re getting on all fours to spread your wallet wide like a good little slut. As soon as you open My profile and start to goon, it’s just you and Me. The only thing you can think about is how much you’re aching to stroke that cock raw as you send all of that “date” money to Me.

And that is because she just doesn’t know what you really like...

I just have one quick question for you...

you seem to keep coming back, again and again, to have your wallet fucked by a greedy Princess like Me. You whimper and whine about getting in trouble while at the same time you’re getting on all fours to spread your wallet wide like a good little slut. As soon as you open My profile and start to goon, it’s just you and Me. The only thing you can think about is how much you’re aching to stroke that cock raw as you send all of that “date” money to Me.

And that is because she just doesn’t know what you really like, does she? No, she doesn’t know what your cock truly gets hard for. Sex with her never feels as good as a wallet fuck with Me — she just isn’t able to make you feel quite like I do. No one is.

So, here’s My question: wifey who? I have no idea who that is — the only name I hear you moaning is Mine as I’m pounding your wallet until it’s penniless and you’re begging Me to go even deeper. So go on — start gooning, start stroking, start sending and keep going until wifey is nothing but a figment of your imagination. There’s no wifey when My fingers are in your wallet.