Karma Rx

Karma Rx stares right through you. The moment your payment clears, the tone shifts. "Small dick. That's why you're paying me instead of fucking me," she says, voice sharp, eyes lit. She lists your failures like inventory. You know she won't touch you, and even if she let you try, you'd blow your load too fast to matter. Two pumps and it's over, every time. She stretches her hand out. Card first. Then the PIN. She reads the numbers aloud as she taps them in. After she has your money, she tells you the plan: shopping with Jason and Rob. Real men. Big dicks. Thick. Hard. No trouble lasting. Karma spreads for them and cums quick, again and again. Their cum fills her pussy until it leaks down her thighs for hours. When she's done, she looks at you. Clean-up time, cuckboi.