My Human Wallet

I have always had an expensive taste for things. i don't have to spend my own money... that's what you're for. you're my human wallet, and i get to empty you out. you were made for this, you were made to drain yourself dry to satisfy and further my expensive appetite and overall quality of life. your sex drive thrives when i take it all from you...even when it scares you. it should be scary and thrilling when you tribute me. blowing money on me should be exhilarating yet terrifying. twenty bucks can't do that. i should be relaxing and sipping bubbles on a yacht while you eat ramen out of a coffee cup while working overtime at your second job. your heart should be pounding in your chest and rushing to pump everything it's got to your cock. and i deserve it.