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He’s a hard-working man. One who plans and builds. He’s in control of every aspect of his everyday life until he submits to me. How does such a man give in? Through currency control, of course. I’m younger than him, and I don’t work nearly as hard as he does. His early mornings, late nights, working overtime is so much more than my rolling over in bed to take phonesex calls in my lingerie. (Lingerie someone else bought me.) So why should he hand over his money to me?

The answer is much more straightforward than you can imagine because I want it.

Currency Control Climax

 

His willing release of his currency control makes me wet. The more I take, the wetter I become. Minutes pass into hours, and his balance climbs. Padding my pockets with what was once his and is now all mine. I didn’t ask him to give it to me, and I took it.

I took it because he needs my voice in his ear. Sensually stroked his cock with every swipe of his credit card. At some point in the play, his whimpered moans become desperate pleas for me to stop. The power of it surges through my system. His submission has peaked, and soon regret will flood his system.

My pussy grasps at the idea of how addicted he is to me. How even though the regret of it all, he’ll work harder than before just to reach the next peak. A peak higher than this one. Panting with desire as I swipe one more time. His aching cock and hurting bank account is intensely arousing, but the following words out of his mouth push me over the brink. “Cum for my money.”

The orgasm races to my nerve endings, but he doesn’t stop. “That’s it. Are you going to cum on my wallet?” There’s bliss in the weakness of his tone. It’s too hot, too good, and the cashgasm rips through my system. Pulsing in every corner of my brain, and now I know. Now I know where the pleasure in moneyfucking him is found. It’s right there, right at the edge of dangerous.

Give a little; I’ll take a lot.

 

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357