I was already feeling needy when the camera started rolling… but tonight, it wasn’t about my pleasure. It was about yours — or rather, your lack of it. Wearing nothing but a tight little top and my glasses, I lay on my side, lips parted, eyes locked on you like I could see right through that pathetic bulge. I reached for the tiniest toy I could find — barely enough to be called a cock — and smirked. “Is this really all you’ve got to offer?” I whisper, sliding it in slowly. I start riding it. Not for pleasure… but to show you how useless something that small really is. My hips grind, my ass bounces, and every moan is a tease — not for your validation, but to remind you of what you can’t have. I humiliate you with every breath. SPH. JOI. Ass worship. It’s degrading, dirty, and just for you. Let’s be honest... your tiny cock was never meant to please a woman like me. But I’ll let you watch and worship anyway — like the good little loser you are.