Play the good husband for her, be my wallet slut when she turns her back. We know who your money looks better on. Feel the rush…you’ve been bored long enough
Don't write to me to tell me I'm beautiful, I already know that. Write to me to tell me how much you've transferred. I want to feel your financial despair as you empty your account to satisfy my darkest whims.
I know exactly what buttons to press to have you at your weakest and most vulnerable. It’s getting way too easy to have you in a leaky puddle for me. Hand it over.