Mmm… there you are again, shrimp. Already hard from just the sound of my breathing. That sad little thing between your legs — what, three inches on a good day? — already leaking like it thinks it has a chance. Stroke it now. Two fingers only. Tiny, pathetic pumps. Barely enough grip to feel anything. That’s all a dick that small needs anyway. You don’t deserve pussy. Not mine. Not anyone’s. Ever.
