🖤 Goddess Zey's Wallet Pit

Oh, my sweet, weak little toys...welcome to my Musk Den, where the scent of my skin and the flex of my abs melt every last bit of resistance you pretend you have. My muscles glisten, my sweat rolls, my musk hits...and you goon instantly, throbbing like the pathetic little creature you are. I'm Zey, your Goddess, I adore watching you lose control over every inch of my body.

Your purpose is simple: surrender your wallet, your pride, and your self control to the very woman who makes you leak just by stretching. Every tribute fuels my workouts, my strength, my heat...everything you're addicted to. I enjoy watching you squirm, ache, and beg for the smell of my sweat or a glimpse of my abs.

Share your cravings, your weaknesses, your need to kneel, and I'll mold you into the perfect dripping pet...ruined by musk, broken by desire, and desperate to be drained. My sweat, my scent, my power...they'll keep you on edge, gooning like a good little wallet.

Step inside if you crave losing control, worshiping, and becoming my obedient, leaking, easily ruined ATM. There's no escape, only surrender...because you were made to serve me.

Now relapse for me...much, much deeper this time
Your new Goddess is waiting, and she's very, very hungry.