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.”





Are you going to be my newest little Cuckold Phone Sex Bitch? Could you imagine how it would feel knowing I went out to the bar alone and will be bringing all of the guys that look my way back to tease you? Knowing that you’re never going to be able to fuck me as they do.
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