I am here to fuck your mind. To ruin your wallet. To get you so addicted to your pathetic nature you’ll never escape.
As I work in the gym. You slave away for me at a job. And it makes your useless nub so hard.
God I love when silent senders can’t help themselves. I’m getting hotter and more powerful, and you can’t help but send.
Even small sends add up. A slow leak from your wallet to mine. You won’t even notice the hurt at first, but soon you will. And you’ll love it.
This loser got a haircut today. He begged me to choose for him. He got a high and tight cutting off his long hair. Then paid me the cost of his haircut and healthy tip.
It’s always cute when a boy comes and begs me to take his cash and then blocks me when I respond.
You will be back. And it will I’ll only hit harder when you do.
In the meantime I know there’s a good boy who needs to send.
It’s always cute when a boy comes and begs me to take his cash and then blocks me when I respond.
You will be back. And it will I’ll only hit harder when you do.
In the meantime I know there’s a good boy who needs to send.
Happy locktober boys, it’s my month. This is when I have raw fucking power. Being caged gives me strength and it makes you even weaker. Even more needy.