Oh baby… you really thought you could satisfy me with that pathetic little worm between your legs?
I laughed so hard when you pulled down your pants. Three inches? Hard? That’s not a cock, that’s a fucking clit. I made you stand there naked while I called you my little bitch boy over and over until your cheeks burned red.
“Look at this sad little thing,” I cooed, flicking it with one long nail. “No wonder you have to pay girls like me to even look at it.” You whimpered like the loser you are.
Then the door opened and in walked my real man – 10 thick, veiny inches of pure black cock swinging heavy between his legs. Your eyes went wide. Your tiny dick actually twitched in shame.
“On your knees, bitch,” I ordered. You dropped so fast you almost fell. My stud grabbed your hair and slapped that massive dick across your face. Pre-cum smeared your lips while I strapped on my shiny silver 9-inch cock right in front of you.
We bent you over the bed together. I slid my lubed strap deep into your tight little ass while he shoved that monster down your throat. You gagged and moaned like a whore. We fucked you in perfect rhythm – every time I slammed forward, his huge cock rammed deeper into your mouth. Spit dripped down your chin. Your pathetic clit leaked all over the sheets.
“You don’t get to cum until we say,” I growled, pounding your prostate while he used your throat like a fleshlight. You were crying, shaking, begging around his cock: “Please… please let me cum… I’ll do anything…”
We laughed and kept going, harder, faster, until you were nothing but a trembling, drooling mess. Only then did I finally reach around and give your worthless little dick three quick strokes.
You exploded instantly – hands-free, screaming, shooting weak spurts all over my hand while we both kept fucking you through it. Pathetic. Perfect.
Want to be my next bitch boy? Call me. I’m waiting… and my stud is already hard again.