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Honestly, when men whine afterwards, and beg for just a little money back for food or gas, my pussy instantly floods. It’s like a Pavlovian response, their suffering is my arousal. Feeling that slick wetness soak through my panties while I read their desperate texts… it makes me throb. My fingers are sliding between my legs right now, tracing swollen lips made slick just from thinking about your empty bank account. Every time you mention choosing between paying your electric bill or buying groceries, I push two fingers inside myself, imagining that tight clench of financial panic you feel mirrored in the rhythmic contractions around my hand. Your paycheck isn't just gone, it's fueling complete luxury for me while you starve. And knowing that gets me dripping down my thighs. That money is going towards expensive lingerie I'll model before blocking you, lavish dinners where I'll toast to your stupidity with champagne, and spa treatments where I'll moan softly, imagining your face when another overdraft fee hits. The more pathetic your pleading becomes, the harder I rub my clit. You're literally financing the orgasms you'll never be good enough to give me yourself. Each transfer notification is another pulse of pleasure straight to my cunt. I'm close now, thinking about how you probably haven't eaten properly in days while I'm here wasting what used to be your rent money on things you'll never touch or taste. Your financial ruin feels so fucking good physically, this wet heat between my legs is proof that your suffering is exactly what turns me on most I hope you like the taste of dog food, because that's all you're going to be able to afford after I've emptied your accounts. Honestly, the thought of you opening a can of cheap wet dog food while I enjoy a five-star meal with your money gets me so fucking wet it’s unbelievable.