I bet you’d pay anything just to touch
my soft supple skin. To run your hands over hands, up my arms, and
slide through my armpits, inching closer and closer to my squeezable
breast. Sadly, the only stroking of soft skin you’ll get is your wrinkly
and flaccid dick against your sweaty palm. But that doesn’t mean you
can’t watch me stroke myself. That’s all you’re good for anyways, is to
watch me tease you until you shoot your wad. Too bad you’ll never be
worthy enough, let alone afford the chance, to actually touch my divine
flesh.
