I left and went to the store and you are still sitting here wanting to show me your little dicklet when I come back. You are a loser, a real true lose. You are so pathetic, I don't know how you ever get a pity fuck. The only reason I even occasionally look at your weiner is for a good laugh because you need to warn women about your problem down there. That little thing is hilaroius. You can't please me because you are not even approaching a size of a cock that anyone could feel. It would be like someone is dry humping me. You just sit there and take my insults, watching me fully clothed, wishi...

I left and went to the store and you are still sitting here wanting to show me your little dicklet when I come back. You are a loser, a real true lose. You are so pathetic, I don't know how you ever get a pity fuck. The only reason I even occasionally look at your weiner is for a good laugh because you need to warn women about your problem down there. That little thing is hilaroius. You can't please me because you are not even approaching a size of a cock that anyone could feel. It would be like someone is dry humping me. You just sit there and take my insults, watching me fully clothed, wishing so hard that I would take pity on you, but you have to leave because I am having someone over that can truly please me. You need to impress me if you are even going to get a pity fuck from me.