Your Money Massages Me, Pay Pig
I luxuriously stretch out in my massage chair – leather leggings and high heels emphasize my Turkish superiority. And what spoils me? Not hands, my darling. It's your money. Every tribute payment you make is a pressure point that relaxes me. Every transfer makes my power twitch. I lean back while your bank account shrinks for my comfort. Your pain is my sweet luxury. I am your money mistress. And you? You're only here to serve. Without compensation. Without questions. Just pay. Quietly. Obediently. That's how a real Turkish Findom Goddess gets massaged
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