Climaxing to the sound of your wallet emptying for me.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The pure, dripping climax I reach while I touch myself to the tributes flooding in.

I watch the notifications light up, another send, another desperate offering. Every transfer is proof that you belong to me, that your wallet is just an extension of my power.

I slide my fingers between my thighs, already slick, circling slowly as the numbers rise and my balance grows. Your generosity sinks straight into me, making me wetter with every send.

The more you send, the more my body responds. I stroke myself deeper, two fingers sliding in and out, savoring the power of receiving, the intimacy of being so thoroughly provided for. Your money becomes an extension of your worship, and that pure, willing exchange builds inside me until I finally come.

Long, pulsing waves crashing through my core, my walls clenching hard around my fingers as I moan softly for every beautiful dollar you just laid at my feet.