Even completely covered, my beauty still makes your wallet itch. You can't even handle what's in front of you, never mind what's underneath my clothes. Self control was never something you had and meeting me only made that worse, I take advantage time and time again and play on your sexual neglect, the years of denial and rejections you've suffered and all for my benefit. You don't deserve ANY money, it's for hot women like me, that's why I can take it so easily. You're so pathetic that each time I call you a loser, your mind melts a little more with the conflicting emotions that are swirling inside your head. No matter how hard you try, that's all you'll ever be. A loser. Send me what you OWE.