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Awww, look at you, already stroking that desperate little cock the second you clicked play. Good boy. You know exactly why you’re here… because Princess Chelsea owns every single thought in that weak, broke brain of yours. While you’re pumping and edging like the addicted paypig you are, I’m going to tease you mercilessly in my tight little dress and seductive thigh high boots, laughing at how pathetic you are. I’ll stare straight into your soul and remind you over and over: you can’t tell me no. You can’t resist my bratty temptation. Every time I demand another tribute, your hand just squeezes tighter and your wallet opens wider. You work so hard just to hand every single dollar straight to me. Every paycheck, every bonus, every last cent you earn is mine now. You spend it all on my attention because making Princess happy is the only thing that makes your worthless cock throb. And it makes you broke. You’re so addicted to sending for me that it feels better than fucking. Better than breathing. You love going broke for me. You crave it. You need it. I want you leaking, moaning, and draining your account while I giggle and tell you how cute it is that you’ll be eating ramen for the rest of the month just so I can buy whatever the fuck I want. You’re always broke because of me… and you wouldn’t have it any other way. By the end of this clip you’ll be completely drained—both your balls and your bank account—exactly how a good little findom slave should be. So stroke faster, send harder, and say it with me, loser… “I’m always broke because of Princess Chelsea.”