You know you crave my body every day, but you also know there is no way you’ll EVER get it. While other men have the opportunity to wine me, dine me and have their way with me, you’re stuck in the background, craving attention you’ll never be worthy to have. Too fucking bad. I am the hottest woman you’ll never fuck. But there is one thing that might get you a precious few moments of MY attention. That’s right piggy, pay the fuck up!
No no, you don’t get to pay for a kiss or a touch, and a blowjob? Wow for a tiny loser shrimp dick you sure think you have balls. No absolutely nothing sexual for a loser like you. You can sit in the background and wait for me to get around to you. I’ll take you shopping with me, and you can pay and hold my bags. Maybe I’ll even let you watch me get my pedicure and massage, if you’re a good little walking wallet.
You know who I’m talking to. You. You are that insignificant, worthless, completely useless excuse for a man that just happens to be in possession of a wallet. You know I deserve the very BEST of everything in life, and since you’re not it, you know you need to pay up simply for the generous gift of being in my presence. So call me up piggy and hear all about the wallet raping I’ll be giving you!
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