Pull it out and face what you hide: that little shy nub trembling in your palm, that humiliating micro-clit you keep pretending is a cock. Stroke it slow, then savage, while I spit pure truth, measure that inch, twist that pea-head, chant “too fucking small” as you goon in the humiliation you crave.
Pull it out and face what you hide: that little shy nub trembling in your palm, that humiliating micro-clit you keep pretending is a cock. Stroke it slow, then savage, while I spit pure truth, measure that inch, twist that pea-head, chant “too fucking small” as you goon in the humiliation you crave.