It's so unfortunate, unfortunate that you were born with a sorry excuse for a dick. That you've had to live your whole life with a tiny, little member. Never getting positive female attention, any time that you've dropped your pants they've laughed or dished out the line, "actually... it's getting late, I should probably head home!" - there there, even though you have a tiny little cock it still needs attention, doesn't it? From you of course, who that little worthless worm is attached to. Your fingers, are your mate for life after all. The only chance of a threesome in your future being wi...

It's so unfortunate, unfortunate that you were born with a sorry excuse for a dick. That you've had to live your whole life with a tiny, little member. Never getting positive female attention, any time that you've dropped your pants they've laughed or dished out the line, "actually... it's getting late, I should probably head home!" - there there, even though you have a tiny little cock it still needs attention, doesn't it? From you of course, who that little worthless worm is attached to. Your fingers, are your mate for life after all. The only chance of a threesome in your future being with your left and your right hand, I know you're very well acquainted. My guess is just two fingers will do the job. Even though you have a sorry excuse for a dick, I know you still desire so desperately to stroke it for me, to me. That nasty, vile little thing. However If you want to stroke your itty, bitty dick you're going to have to beg. Beg and listen to my sadistic verbal word play as you tug.