Labor Day? More Like LABOR FOR ME Day, Gooner

Awww, look who it is. My l*ttle Labor Day loser.

Everyone else is out at barbecues. With friends. Touching grass. Having a life.

But not you. You're here. On your knees in front of a screen. Because the only holiday tradition you have is paying Me.

This is the last long weekend of summer, piggy. And you're going to spend every single minute of it exactly how I want you to. Which means... gooning.

Pull your pants down. Hands off. I didn't say you could touch.

While you're sitting there throbbing, I want you to think about everything I did this weekend. The shopping. The spa day. The dinners. All on YOUR card, loser. Every swipe made My *ss look better and your wallet look weaker. And you thanked Me for it, didn't you?

Say it. Out loud. "Thank You, Goddess." Pathetic. I love it.

Now grab it. Slow strokes. You don't get to c*m until your tribute balance h*ts a number that actually hurts.

Every edge, you send. Every send, you edge. That's the deal. That's the holiday.

Stroke... and send. Stroke... and send. Feel how good it feels to be My wallet on legs? This is your purpose. Other men relax this weekend. You labor. For Me. Draining yourself dry, over and over, until Monday morning when there's nothing left but an empty bank account and a big, st*pid grin. You weren't invited to the barbecue because everyone knows what you are. The gooner. The payer. The loser with a tribute button instead of a social life.

And you know what? You're happier this way. Faster now. Get st*pid for Me. Edge that brain into mush. when you finally get permission to bust... you'll crawl back one last time with one final send. The biggest of the weekend. Because that's how holidays END in My world.

Happy Labor Day, piggy. Now get to work.

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