Crave to stroke for me? Empty that wallet first, show your devotion with each tribute. Your desperate hand hovers, aching for permission. You're a tool for my pleasure, nothing more. Stroke on command, worship with each movement. Pathetic how you pay for a mere glance. Serve, worship, stroke—obey. Only when I'm pleased, you may finish.

Crave to stroke for me? Empty that wallet first, show your devotion with each tribute. Your desperate hand hovers, aching for permission. You're a tool for my pleasure, nothing more. Stroke on command, worship with each movement. Pathetic how you pay for a mere glance. Serve, worship, stroke—obey. Only when I'm pleased, you may finish.