I don’t see you as a real man, nor a beautiful woman. You are an “it”, a worthless slave before my perfection. Being a Goddess such as myself entails certain duties, this includes dealing with dirty maggot scoundrels such as yourself. I don’t mind the dirty work sometimes. To personally deal with getting rid of that nasty meat patch between your legs is fun for me. Another cockroach squished under my elite power. Another mistake corrected. You will never amount to anything. This is what is best for you. To get rid of that ugly thing between your legs without remorse. I don’t care... Show more