Speaker 1: You're lying back on silk sheets. The room is dim,
Speaker 1: only a single candle flickering gold across your skin. The
Speaker 1: air smells like money, crisp, metallic, intoxicating. Your phone is
Speaker 1: faced down, notifications silenced tonight. The only thing that gets
Speaker 1: your attention is you and the millions rushing towards you,
Speaker 1: like a tidal wave of liquid gold. Close your eyes.
Speaker 1: Breathe in, deep exhale. Feel the heat already pooling low
Speaker 1: in your belly, that slow, luxurious throb that says I'm
Speaker 1: about to claim what's mine. Slide one hand down your
Speaker 1: chest slowly. Every inch of skin you touch turns electric.
Speaker 1: You're not just touching yourself. You're signing a contract with
Speaker 1: the universe in the language it understands best, raw, unfiltered desire.
Speaker 1: Your fingers glide lower, lower, there. The first stroke is
Speaker 1: a whisper. I am wealthy, I am wealthy. The second
Speaker 1: stroke is a growl. I am unstoppable. I am unstoppable.
Speaker 1: Circle your clit or the head of your cock like
Speaker 1: you're tracing the outline of a seven figure bank balance, Slow, greedy, worshiping.
Speaker 1: Feel it yet that surge that's the energy of private jets.
Speaker 1: Black cards, penthouses with ocean views, cash stacking so high
Speaker 1: it blocks out the sun. Every pulse between your legs
Speaker 1: is another's zero added to your net worth. Pick up
Speaker 1: the pace now, let your hips roll like you're already
Speaker 1: fucking your future self. The version of you, dripping in diamonds,
Speaker 1: dripping in power. Moan if you want, scream if you need.
Speaker 1: The neighbors don't matter. Nothing matters except the wet, filthy,
Speaker 1: rich rhythm you're building edge yourself. Stop right at the brink,
Speaker 1: look down at your slick fingers or your throbbing cock,
Speaker 1: and say it out loud voice, husky and dangerous. I
Speaker 1: am a magnet for money. I am a magnet for money.
Speaker 1: Every orgasm I have multiplies my wealth. Every orgasm I
Speaker 1: have multiplies my wealth. I come, I conquer, I collect,
Speaker 1: I come, I conquer, I collect. Then dive back in, harder, faster, merciless.
Speaker 1: Imagine stacks of hundreds raining down on your naked body.
Speaker 1: Imagine the sound of wire transfers hitting your account while
Speaker 1: you fuck yourself stupid with your own hand. Imagine the
Speaker 1: taste of champagne on a yacht you just bought with
Speaker 1: pocket change. You're close now, so close your thighs, shake
Speaker 1: your breath rips out of you in ragged, primal bursts.
Speaker 1: This orgasm isn't pleasure, it's a takeover. When you finally come,
Speaker 1: do it like you're seizing the entire goddamn world. Arch scream, explode,
Speaker 1: Let every spasm shoot another million into your reality. Watch
Speaker 1: the numbers climb in your mind's eye. One million, five million,
Speaker 1: ten million, more, more more. Ride it until your vision
Speaker 1: wipes out and your body collapses, drenched, trembling, victorious. Stay
Speaker 1: there a moment, feel the aftershocks ripple through you like
Speaker 1: interest compounding in real time. Then smile because you just
Speaker 1: fucked your way into a new tax bracket. Welcome to
Speaker 1: the life of a masturbating millionaire darling. Now go check
Speaker 1: your accounts and keep thinking big.