Stuck thinking of all those things that might determine the outcome, but it's already been determined. What a cruel trap you're in; I've made you so small. Because I'm your fatal flaw, crossing back to how it began,
You know that your clinging on to this make-believe about "spending plans" isn't going to last much longer. Because your cock's just aching for my little tits, and just aching for the next send. Cutting into your grocery bill, the last of your ration