I go through phases of wanting physical gift over monetary gifts. Currently in physical gift phase. I feel this phase closing and shifting back to monetary. Now’s your time to gift pets.
Before you drift off, remember stroking your needy cock to my pretty face and perfect curves, without sending is just rude.
My orbit has a cover charge, and you know I expect the best. Pay your nightly rent, then grip yourself raw and thank me for the privilege.
You’re barely breathing. That’s the physics of worship. You don’t get to touch, taste, or even hope. You get to fund, stare, and leak. Send your devotion before I decide you’re not worth the view. How much is one glance worth to a desperate satellite?
The quiet sends hit different. No introduction, just your money settling into my orbit while you sit there throbbing, desperate and obedient. I adore when you pay just to ache in silence for me. Send again, my good boy.
Your wallets have allowed me to support friends and family who are going through a financial hard time. Your devotion supports my future and those I love.
I’m greedy, very greedy, but never selfish. I drain your accounts, but I give you my gravity in return. I take your cash and then I take my time watching you throb and thank me. You don’t just pay to disappear. You pay to ache in my orbit, exactly where you belong. How much is your desperation worth tonight?