The price of serving

Description: The libido pills are doing work on my boy. he's full, swollen, desperate, begging -- and i don't mean only when i'm edging him. i still owe him a ruin for worth the wait going no. 1, but that doesn't mean i have to let him enjoy a single moment of it. he has it way too good; time to make him pay.   i sit on him first in a gold-chained tiger thong, torn fishnets, and a raunchy crop top and remind him exactly what he's worth to me: he's worth what he can give me. he's worth what it costs him: his amazon login, his credit card, his inheritance, his obedience, his dignity, his sanity. he owes it all to his mistress.   i edge him wild. polishing the tip. stroking him while my body presses up against his torso ... then i ruin him, let him buck and thrust into my sharp bare nails, and give him post-orgasm torment until the order to "give me your wallet" seems like a kindness.   fuck you. pay me.