Leakledger: I Count Your Drops. Your Cock Pays Me
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Strokes are free. Any sad little loser can move his hand. What I charge for is the mess -- every drop that drools out of your cock while I talk, counted out loud, like coins dropping into my purse. You're going to squeeze it out for me, say the number back like a good bank, and thank me for taking it. I'll dangle permission in front of your face all night and pull it away every single time you get close, because a man who cums is finished and a man who leaks belongs to me. Twenty coins, thirty, forty -- I'll keep counting, and you'll keep paying, and you'll go to bed sticky and aching and dumb, exactly how I like you.