Some men are born on this earth to wield all the power and privilege that their station gives them. These men walk with confidence and a strong air of pride, knowing that they can have the women they want and that other men are not going to challenge them. And then there’s you, sweetheart, isn’t there? You, the sorry worm of a boy who calls me for humiliation phone sex because that’s the only thing that can get your pathetic little pecker going anymore.
You call me because listening to me laugh gets your sick little balls all twisted up in a horny little knot, isn’t that right, sweetheart? Don’t bother denying it! You know it’s true, I know it’s true, everyone who’s ever has a peek in your pants knows it’s true. That skinny little screwdriver is certainly not the tool to do any job properly and you’ve always known it. You just need a big bad bitch like me to tell you all about it- and that’s so fucking sad I can’t even begin to tell you all the farkakte ways that makes you not even worthy of my time.
Even when I’m in control and listening to you try to please me jerking on your sad little stick, you can’t satisfy a full-fledged woman like me, sweetheart. Your eager boy bells get to jingling and meanwhile my lovely lady parts are still waiting for proper worship. Perhaps if you please me with a good little show I might let you cum, laughing the whole time at the little bald soldier you keep waving around at me. That little helmet head is so eager to go off you’re practically a one-pump chump! And how much fun to make you do it right in front of the window, spraying those white streaks all over for your neighbors to see.
Admit it, everything here is so disgustingly embarrassing and so much temptation, sweetheart, you can’t wait to call Ruth at 1 888 474 6769 for some humiliation phone sex!
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