You know good and well that you’re not the kind of man I would fuck, right? That’s why you’re sitting there with your lame dick in your hand getting ready to talk to me and have some mean phone sex. Why on earth would I be nice to a wanker like you? You’re pathetic and you know it. The only way women like me will entertain the idea of speaking to you is for what’s in your pants. I mean what’s in your back pocket, not your dick, gross. You have to buy attention from hot girls and that’s just a cold fact.
Sometimes it’s not just enough to be verbally hateful to you. Sometimes I want you to physically suffer too. That’s when your weak ass has to get out instuments and torture your cock, balls and ass for my amusement. I’d rather hear your yelps and cries of pain that I would hear your stupid voice. Are you ready to suffer for me? You better be, I am in one cruel sadistic mood and you’re my target. I want to hear you cry, and I want to hear you begging for mercy too.
You are in for it.