Luscious Lindsey

So you sit there and work all f*cking day, day after day. While I sit here in cute f*cking bikinis on your f*cking dime buying whatever I want. All I have to do is tease you for a few minutes a day. You don’t get to have s*x with me, you don’t even get to see me naked. And you pay for any attention I give you. Because you’re f*cking pathetic. You pay because you know and understand what a f*cking loser you are.

You understand that you’ll never get any of this, you understand that your purpose is to work, to pay me, so that you can j*rk to me. That’s all you want. You want to be a good, obedient boy. You want to work for me, to spoil me. You feel it, you know it’s true. You idiots write to me every day asking me what you can do to please me. You want to serve my hot body so badly. You do exactly as I want. And who could blame you?

I know you’re so f*cking into me. I mean just look at me in this bikini. I know you’re drooling. I know how hot I am. Even real men want to spoil me. I’m just a hot bikini brat living on the dime of countless, useless losers like you. You need to worship and spend and stroke. Stroking whenever I allow you to. You’re so lucky I even let you stroke to my hot body, it kinda grosses me out thinking about how many losers j*rk off to me.

You j*rk when I say, you stop when I say. You do whatever I tell you to do with that st*pid f*cking d*ck of yours that controls your mind. You look at my perfect, y*ung bikini body and you listen. And I tease you while I get spoiled by st*pid f*cks like you. And you love it. I don’t even have to look at you or listen to you. You just anonymously hand me your cash. You know I don’t give a f*ck about you. Having to listen to you would just be a w*ste of both of our time. Isn’t that right? I wouldn’t hear a word you have to say. You get nothing.

You should be thankful I even let you j*rk it, that I even let you look at such an amazing body like mine. This is your life, j*rking to me and paying me. You just want to take care of me. You want to give me every dollar you have. I know you do.

You Faceless, Nameless Idiots Can't Stop Paying Me (phone)