For Mean Phone Sex, I love being able to let loose on these pathetic sissies who come my way. They get all excited that they get to show me their winkie. And I get to laugh at the skin tag that it is. Somewhat of a win/win you would think.
Except for the fact that pleasure on my end is, well, stunted. Because those who have the size of something smaller than my pinky toe, we’d be scissoring at best. Like, I know they always say it’s not the size that matters, but it’s the motion in the ocean.
But you can’t get to England in a row boat, babes…
And I know that most of them would be confused for drag queens who just tuck really well. Granted, that tucking would only involve a single piece of Scotch tape over their little clit cock. Or just push it in a little…
So, I just make sure these cunts know how to at least spell the alphabet. Not with a pen either. They get to do tongue exercises on my puss. Which is massive compared to what they have packing.
And yes, these bitches are gonna wear pink. Just because it’s the only pink thing they’ll ever be able to fit in.