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1920x1080 HD I order you to strip naked, stand in front of a full-length mirror and hold the plastic ruler I told you to buy. You glance up. There it is: the useless skin tag you dare to call a cock. It twitches, half-hard from pure fear, looking more like an overgrown clitoris that forgot to stay inside. You already know the number, but I want you to see it. You press the ruler’s edge into your groin, digging past the pathetic fat pad you pretend is “pubic bush.” I make you hold that position while you stare at your reflection. Every blink burns the image deeper: scrawny thighs, sagging balls the size of raisins, and that angry purple helmet peeking out like it’s begging for mercy that will never come. You watch your own face crumble eyebrows knitting, mouth slack, eyes glassy as the truth sinks in: no woman will ever feel that nub inside her, no matter how hard you hump the air. You start pumping that micro-rod with two fingers only thumb and index because anything more would swallow it whole. The mirror shows every pathetic detail: your little helmet disappearing under the tip of your own thumb, your balls bouncing like dried peas in a sandwich bag. You are not a man. You are a 2 PUMP CHUMP. Your cock is a joke. Your future? Paying for femdom porn and loving every second of your humiliation Welcome to your sex life, loser: reflect, measure, cry, pay repeat.