Pump Piggy

Pump Piggy by Goddess Violet Voss Oh, hey there, piggy. I know exactly why you’re here. You just can’t help but get so weak watching all of your money in My hands—fanning Myself with it, wearing it, flaunting it like it’s nothing. No one else understands your pathetic little need to be My devoted pay pig. You’re completely screwed for findom, desperate to drain that bank account dry just for Me. And when I’m done with you, all you’ll have left is a hard, messy cock, aching for more of My financial fuckery. 00