You're a disgrace, a disgusting excuse for a human being, and yet here you are, groveling at my feet, begging to be used as my personal toilet paper. Your face, once a symbol of dignity, now just a filthy rag for my divine use. You disgust me, yet you can't help but crave my cruel attention.

And there you go, pumping away at your pathetic little dick, so desperate for release. But you know what? You don't get to cum. Not until I've drained every last dollar from your pathetic bank account. You're going to edge, suffer, and pay, all for the amusement of your Goddess. You're so pitifully weak, so easily manipulated. It's almost sad. Almost. But instead, it's just disgustingly entertaining to see how low you'll stoop for just a moment of my cruel attention.

Drain Your Wallet, Use Your Face: My Human ATM and Toilet Paper 15 min

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