Grinding my hips and smothering your face into my fat ass. Only to have you dropping that cash on Me. Every night. Every single night. It's you. You come in just to see me. You need me. You crave for Me to entertain and take from you. Because this is as close as you'd ever come to a girl like Me. Poor wife or girlfriend, alone at home and completely oblivious to your daily ritual of sliding your cash right next to My ass. Isn't that right, sweetie?
The little financial addiction fetish started out so innocently. All you wanted was a quick fix to your craving of a hot woman emptying your...

Grinding my hips and smothering your face into my fat ass. Only to have you dropping that cash on Me. Every night. Every single night. It's you. You come in just to see me. You need me. You crave for Me to entertain and take from you. Because this is as close as you'd ever come to a girl like Me. Poor wife or girlfriend, alone at home and completely oblivious to your daily ritual of sliding your cash right next to My ass. Isn't that right, sweetie?
The little financial addiction fetish started out so innocently. All you wanted was a quick fix to your craving of a hot woman emptying your wallet. Forgetting you have to take that boner home to your significant other and waste it on her, right? All my dances you've paid for, all that cash spent on me leaving you with nothing. My ass bouncing on your cock has caused you to be come an utter failure. Consumed and obsessed with giving into my completely.
Blowing all your cash on me is so wrong but it's never felt so right. Fuck it, your hard earned money is going to a better cause... Me. Now you go home and ice your raging boner. No one wants to actually fuck you anyway.