Ah, so you're blessed with that pitiful excuse of a manhood, a mere whisper of masculinity barely noticeable, aren't you? Well, darling, the universe has a way of balancing things out, and in your case, it's quite clear. With such an embarrassingly tiny appendage, it's almost laughable to think of you in any role other than on your knees, worshipping those who actually have what you so desperately lack. Your rightful place is not standing tall but rather eagerly serving, using that insignificant little mouth of yours to please real men, to revel in the glory of what you can never possess. <...

Ah, so you're blessed with that pitiful excuse of a manhood, a mere whisper of masculinity barely noticeable, aren't you? Well, darling, the universe has a way of balancing things out, and in your case, it's quite clear. With such an embarrassingly tiny appendage, it's almost laughable to think of you in any role other than on your knees, worshipping those who actually have what you so desperately lack. Your rightful place is not standing tall but rather eagerly serving, using that insignificant little mouth of yours to please real men, to revel in the glory of what you can never possess.