You hit me up, we talk and get to know one other, you send in the mean time. You beg me for permission to serve, again, and again. You send past your limit, you cum, you come back in my dms expressing your financial anxiety. I jerk off to your distress k
Master made me clean up my mess. Degrade and insult me in the comments like the pathetic toilet slut I am so he can read them while I'm tied up under his desk