Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
You’re so pathetic and weak, aren’t you? All you’re good for is throwing money my way while you stroke your pathetic little dick, jacking off to my pictures. You think you’re worth more than that, but you’re not. All I see when I look at you is a disposable ATM. A cashcow that exists to bankroll my lavish lifestyle.
When you send me money, it’s not out of generosity. It’s out of desperation. You’re so infatuated, so obsessed, so utterly enthralled by me that you’ll do anything to catch my attention. Even if that means opening your wallet and letting me drain it dry.
You’re So Pathetic and Weak
Because that’s what you are to me – a joke. A punchline. A loser so desperate for female attention that you’re willing to debase yourself, to degrade your dignity, for even the slightest scrap of affection. And I’ll give you those scraps, in exchange for your cash.
You’ll never feel the warmth of my skin or the touch of my hands. You’ll never get to worship me in person, to press your face against my feet or kiss the ground I walk on. That privilege is reserved for those who are truly worthy. All you get is the privilege of paying my bills and funding my shopping sprees.
And you love it, don’t you? You get off on being used like this. On knowing that your money is going to a woman who looks down on you, who mocks you, who doesn’t even consider you to be on her level. You’re nothing but a plaything to me. A toy to be used and discarded when I’m done. And yet you keep coming back for more.
So go ahead, little paypig. Keep jacking that pathetic dick of yours as you imagine me swimming in the money you’ve sent. Keep telling yourself that maybe, if you pay enough, I’ll give you the time of day. But we both know that’s a lie. You’re nothing to me. Less than nothing. You’re just a wallet with a pulse.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248