Get on your knees, you pathetic little simp—yes, right there, looking up at me from that low angle you love so much, capturing every perfect, mocking expression on my face as I flash the L sign at your worthless existence. I know exactly what you are: a weak, wimpy cuckold who gets hard paying for my long, gorgeous nails while knowing exactly where my hands will be tonight—wrapped around a real man's cock, not yours. 

You funded this manicure, loser, every single dollar of it, and now you get to sit there like the denied, drooling simp you are, imagining me fucking someone else while you stare at what you paid for. Just like that smoke and spit video you couldn't resist buying, you need to be soaked in my humiliation, reminded that your only purpose is to fund my pleasure while you get absolutely nothing but my laughter and the middle finger. 

Pay up, cuck—my nails aren't cheap, and neither is the hotel room you're not invited to.