You thought you were just watching me rip pantyhose… but every tear costs you. I start at $5, teasing each ladder with a grin as I demand more.
The deeper the rip, the deeper your wallet opens. Nylon between my thighs, your arousal peaking, knowing the climax costs you $25. You’re not just watching — you’re obeying with your wallet.
It’s raw, real-time financial domination. Are you ready to pay for every single shred I tear apart just for you?
