I Drain His Wallet Then I Milk His Cock is my favorite ritual of control and pleasure. In the hushed glow of my private chamber, I sit enthroned in silk and lace, every movement deliberate and enticing. I Drain His Wallet Then I Milk His Cock begins the moment he arrives—already eager, already opening his banking app at my slightest glance.

“Ten thousand, now,” I say softly, voice like velvet over steel. The transfer is immediate; his eyes widen with that delicious mix of fear and desire. I Drain His Wallet Then I Milk His Cock continues as I name the next amount—seven thousand more—watching his fingers tremble while he obeys, the numbers dropping as my excitement rises.

When his finances are pleasingly depleted, I rise and guide him to kneel before me. I Drain His Wallet Then I Milk His Cock reaches its peak as my hand wraps around his throbbing cock—slow, luxurious strokes that make his breath hitch. I tease the sensitive head, grip the base firmly, milking him with expert rhythm while whispering how beautifully empty he is for me.

He begs for release; I grant it only when I choose—drawing out thick, pulsing spurts across my palm, continuing to stroke through every shudder until he’s completely spent. I bring my fingers to my lips, tasting his surrender slowly while holding his gaze.

“Until next time, darling,” I murmur, standing with graceful poise. “Bring twice as much.” I Drain His Wallet Then I Milk His Cock—my elegant, irresistible game of total ownership… ✦