Little penis, big tingles. Why does your little shrimpy become rock hard when you hear the truth? No woman will ever want to fuck your itty bitty teeny weeny tiny little peeny unless it was the pity fuck of the century. My ASMR whispers make the inch worm pulse and throb. You just can’t help yourself. You love being put in your place by a beautiful, powerful Goddess like Myself. It’s the natural order, the way things ought to be. One glimpse at the deformity between your legs tells me that. Now where was I...