Cigs & Kicks for Little Dicks
Even when I wear your favourite skintight leather, the best you can muster up for me is a couple of rock-hard little inches, huh? It’s a good job you don’t have the desires of a real man, because you would never find a woman to fuck you with a teeny tiny thing like that. No, you’d prefer to fantasise about my stiletto boots buried in your balls, kicking you over and over again, wouldn’t you? You love my lips all covered in pink gloss, but you’d rather see them wrapped around a cigarette than your useless little dick. Even just seeing it in my hand, unlit, thinking about the ballbusting I’d give you, hearing me humiliate your worthless dicklet has got you wrapping a finger and thumb around it, stroking furiously, hasn’t it? I tell you what, I’ll count you down from 10, and when I get to zero, I’ll light it and take a couple of drags while you cum. Ohh that is going to blow your little dick mind, loser!