Princess Emma Lux!


Stare at my body and pay. There's no other option, not for weak, pathetic pay pigs like you. You can't resist a hot young brat with a body like mine. You have to pay. You feel it in your cock. You can't hide from what your cock needs. You are a slave to your urges. Paying is the only thing that gives pathetic pay pigs like you meaning. I give you purpose. You are so mesmerized by my body, my ass, and my face, that you feel compelled to pay. And that's my favorite part about pathetic little pay piggies like you, you line up, begging to pay. Seriously, pay pigs are the weakest and most pathetic. You know it's true, you feel it. It's so sad and pathetic that the only way you can get off is by hurting yourself financially, so you come to me so willing, so eager, you need it.


I don't even have to do anything, I just exist, flaunt my body as I stare into your eyes, and you fucking pay. You beg to pay. Pigs like you beg to pay me. How pathetic. How weak. You're all the same. You see my ass and you get so stupid and the only thought on that little brain of yours is, 'I have to pay that ass.' And you do, you understand that. You feel it. It's a need, a craving that you cannot control. You work so hard and then you carelessly hand it all over to me, just so I can live the luxurious lifestyle that girls like me deserve. And I don't have to do anything, I do nothing, pretty girls like me don't work. Why should we when there's idiots out there like you just so desperate to pay. I don't even have to work to find you, you come begging to be financially fucked over by me. How fucking pathetic.


And if you ever had the opportunity to pay me in person do you know what I would do? I would laugh at you and spit in your fucking face before I turned and left you all alone, feeling stupid and fucked over. Just what you wanted. It's so fucked up. So stupid. And I don't feel bad about it at all because it's what you deserve. You deserve to be fucked over and you deserve to be rejected and ignored, don't you piggy? You deserve nothing from me. You don't even deserve to look at me in this sexy lingerie, I'm unattainable for losers like you, little pay piggies. And that just turns you on even more.


Pay pigs truly are the lowest, most pathetic losers I encounter. The only thing you are useful for is being fucked over. Do you fucking understand, pig? Yes, I know you do. You know what you are, and you know how pathetic you are and you know what you deserve. That's why you fuck yourself over, you know you deserve it. Now get down on your knees you fucking little pay pig, you're lucky that I'm even talking to you, that I'm even giving you this tiny bit of attention. Now beg to pay me. And after you do, thank me for even taking to the time to take your money. I don't have to. I don't even need it. I'm just going to blow it on $h!it I don't need. And do you know why? Because it turns you on even more knowing I just carelessly spent the money you worked so hard for on frivolous things that I don't even need. And that is so fucked up.


Oink for me, oink while you pay, really fucking degrade yourself. You sound so fucking pathetic. How does it feel to be so desperate, piggy? Paying me feels so good, doesn't it? It feels so good that you'll pay more than you should. You're disgusting. And look at me, you know I'm so far out of your league that the only way to get a bit of my attention is by paying. And by my attention I mean laughing in your face and telling you to fuck off. Nothing but your cash matters to me. You don't matter to me. You are a number. You are nothing. All you are is a wallet. I despise pay pigs. I don't want anything to do with you. I don't even want to talk to you, all I want is your fucking cash. How does it feel to be just a wallet to me? How does it feel knowing that's truly all you are to me? Now go pay me more and make your stupid piggy cock twitch. I know that's what you live for. Oink for me piggy lol.


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