Work, Send, Weep: Funding My Fuck-Filled Life

Description: I’m your bratty goddess, perched on a throne built from your pathetic savings, and you, my little workhorse, will slave away until you’re broken, all so i can bask on lavish resorts, fuck real men, and drn in their attention while you sob over your empty wallet. my voice, sweet and venomous, drills into your mind as i demand every last cent—work, take out loans, sell your life, just so i can order another coctail or let some hot stud shove his thick cock where you’ll never reach. i’ll moan with pleasure on a yacht, his hands squeezing my tits, while you pound away at your keyboard, sending me money and tears—your endless cycle, your only purpose. maybe i’ll even toss you a photo: me in a bikini, legs draped over his shoulders, smirking as you crumble for my next whim.