Oh, look at you, my little dick pay pig. Just another pathetic internet cuck jerking off in the shadows and throwing money at an alpha couple you’ll never touch. You’re so obsessed, aren’t you? Watching us and aching to be part of something far above you. You live for this—paying tribute just to see me get pleased by a real man, the kind you could never be. You’re nothing more than our ATM, our personal bank bitch, paying to be humiliated again and again. You don’t get my attention; you get my disgust. Your only job is to keep paying, keep jerking, and keep watching from the corner like the sad little loser you are. Every dollar you send reminds you how worthless your tiny dick really is. You’re not a man—you’re just my little cash slut, funding the pleasure you’ll never know. You’re addicted to this, aren’t you? You love being our little pay pig, knowing that no matter how much you spend, you’ll never be anything but a pathetic internet cuck watching real pleasure through a screen.