A sexy dominatrix like me, knows size matters. When Jerry hit on me with such bravado at the club, I knew he was over compensating for something. The man was wearing a Rolex that cost more than my car. He was bragging about his collection of sports cars and buying everyone rounds of drinks. He was fixated on me. I am hot, but I wasn’t born yesterday, either. I know a small dick man when I see him with his clothes on. I decided Jerry needed put in his place. I invited him back to my place. He brought a $1,000 bottle of champagne. He made sure to tell me how much it costs. He was clueless that his money was not going to get him inside my pussy. Money doesn’t make you a man. A cock does. A real cock. One that can satisfy a woman all night long. I cock teased him with a sexy striptease. Tease and denial games give a man blue balls. I suggested he show me what he had for me. As suspected, nothing much. I broke out into a fit of laughter. “That’s all you have for me? I have seen bigger packages on a Ken doll,” I said sarcastically. He was not surprised by my reaction. He knew he was a small dick loser. He begged to serve me. He scored some points with me when he didn’t try to act like 3 inches was all I needed. He was just giving it a shot. A mature sexy babe doesn’t fall for the flash of money like young girls do. My days of faking orgasms are long gone. I let him rub his little nub while I fucked myself with a big dildo worthy of my cunt. I even let him eat my pussy. Usually men with small dicks, eat pussy well. He left me a $5,000 tip! I didn’t even fuck him, so I was no whore technically. Made some good money and didn’t fuck a cock too small for my pussy. Not a bad night.
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