I grip your tiny cock between two fingers, barely needing my thumb to hold the entire pathetic thing. I sneer, scanning the shivering, undersized length of you.
“Look at this,” I mock, giving the head a sharp, cruel flick. “Is this really all you have to offer me? It’s a fucking joke. A little pink button.”
I lean in, my breath hot against your ear, while my other hand slides down to squeeze your balls tight. You groan, your hips bucking instinctively, but I slam you back down. I begin to stroke you—slow, agonizingly light circles that drive you to the brink—only to stop abruptly the moment you gasp.
“Did I tell you that you could get hard, you little worm?” I hiss. I pinch the head of your cock hard, cutting off the blood flow. “You don’t deserve to cum. Not with a pathetic little nub like this. You’re barely a man; you’re just a toy for me to laugh at.”
I lean back, letting you see my dripping wet pussy, then laugh as I watch you leak a pathetic drop of pre-cum.
“Pathetic. You’re going to stay exactly like this—hard, aching, and completely useless—until I decide if this little piece of meat is even worth the effort of a blowjob. Now, beg me to keep you denied.”





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