u/YourBoss1222

The clock is ticking. You want a tall, hung, American alpha to pound that cashpussy? Time to kneel, pig.

You walk into the room and find me relaxed, manspreading on the couch, watching football, drinking a beer, just home after a two hour lift at the gym. I lift one arm behind my head and you immediately notice the pits. You want to approach. You want to smell them. You want to smell how hard I lifted-- how good I am at being a man. You want to kneel and service me while I drink my beer, watch the game, and ignore you. You want to send me everything you've got, because you know I deserve it. You know you deserve nothing. Quit thinking. Just sniff, send, and maybe I'll let you look at the bulge without punching you.

You walk into the room and find me relaxed, manspreading on the couch, watching football, drinking a beer, just home after a two hour lift at the gym. I lift one arm behind my head and you immediately notice the pits. You want to approach. You want to smell them. You want to smell how hard I lifted-- how good I am at being a man. You want to kneel and service me while I drink my beer, watch the game, and ignore you. You want to send me everything you've got, because you know I deserve it. You know you deserve nothing. Quit thinking. Just sniff, send, and maybe I'll let you look at the bulge without punching you.

You walk into the room and find me relaxed, manspreading on the couch, watching football, drinking a beer, just home after a two hour lift at the gym. I lift one arm behind my head and you immediately notice the pits. You want to approach. You want to smell them. You want to smell how hard I lifted-- how good I am at being a man. You want to kneel and service me while I drink my beer, watch the game, and ignore you. You want to send me everything you've got, because you know I deserve it. You know you deserve nothing. Quit thinking. Just sniff, send, and maybe I'll let you look at the bulge without punching you.

You walk into the room and find me relaxed, manspreading on the couch, watching football, drinking a beer, just home after a two hour lift at the gym. I lift one arm behind my head and you immediately notice the pits. You want to approach. You want to smell them. You want to smell how hard I lifted-- how good I am at being a man. You want to kneel and service me while I drink my beer, watch the game, and ignore you. You want to send me everything you've got, because you know I deserve it. You know you deserve nothing. Quit thinking. Just sniff, send, and maybe I'll let you look at the bulge without punching you.

Everything you want is towering over you as you kneel, pig. Big beefy muscles. Ripe sweaty post-gym pits. BWC bulging in front of your face, and the big bull balls you'll never fucking have. Luck up and marvel in my excellence as you hit the send button. Each. Fucking. Time.

Or shall I use aggressive force and take you to traffic court?

My BWC needs your pin number.

My BWC is throbbing and dripping for some cashbussy. I want you kneeling. I want you salivating. I want you begging to see more of it as it gets bigger...

and bigger....

and bigger........

and biggerrrrrr...........

Gonna bust in your bank account. Get a towel.

DM if you are ready to serve.

On your knees now, pig.

Bow at my size 12 athletic feet.

Look upward at my big muscular hairy legs.

Then at the throbbing bulge in front of your face.

When I allow you, you can look up at the rest of me. My face. My muscles. My big arms. My sweaty pits. It's all there, exactly as you dreamt about.

And you send, again and again, because that is your purpose.

On your knees now, pig.

Bow at my size 12 athletic feet.

Look upward at my big muscular hairy legs.

Then at the throbbing bulge in front o f your face.

When I allow you, you can look up at the rest o f me. My face. My muscles. My big arms. My sweaty pits. It's all there, exactly as you dreamt about.

And you send, again and again, because that is your purpose.

On your knees now, pig.

Bow at my size 12 athletic feet.

Look upward at my big muscular hairy legs.

Then at the throbbing bulge in front of your face.

When I allow you, you can look up at the rest of me. My face. My muscles. My big arms. My sweaty pits. It's all there, exactly as you dreamt about.

And you send, again and again, because that is your purpose.