I Love The Sweet Smell Of Assets

Open up Pig. No, not your mouth. No, not your zipper. Please don’t bend over in front of me like that.

Your wallet, Piggy. Open your fucking wallet.

The scent of cash makes my pussy drip. You are aware that is the only way you will ever be able to enjoy anything about me is by spreading your wallet, offering your plastic, and your checkbook. I want access to all- your wife’s account, 401k, and the kids college fund.

I see the stack of cash on the dresser and my clit swells. You beg me to take it, and then take you. I put on my strap-on and begin to salivate as the breeze from the open window carries with it the sweet smell of your financial assets!

Oooops.. did I say yours? I meant mine! It’s all mine now, isn’t it?

I want you to pay my bills, send me on vacation, spoil me with treasures, and pay me to rape your tight sweet pucker-hole until you shell out any amount to make the abuse stop.

As the pile of cash grows, so does my desire, and your chances of tasting my sweet cunt.

The higher the pile, the more intense the passion. If you want to fuck me, you know what you need to do.

 

Destiny

Written By: Destiny St. Claire
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