It’s not endearing knowing how many loads you’ve blown over me. It’s not flattering knowing you have a wank addiction and jerk off repeatedly staring at me, watching my clips, listening to my commands. It’s expected but I don’t want to hear about it- I want to see it. Not you jerking off, you disgusting fool. I want to see your appreciation. Each one of your loser loads blown to me will result in a cum tax from now on. Cash in my hand. And if you can’t afford me that’s too fucking bad. You are no longer going to cum to me. I have no desire to own you unless you financially benefit me. Why else would I be teasing you? For the fun of it? No. To reap benefits. I couldn’t give a fuck about you.