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Is that a worm in the pool. Seriously? I’m minding my own business poolside when I see you and your wimpy body wearing a speedo for fuck’s sake. Even guys who are ripped look dumb in a speedo. I mean, how fucking pathetic can you actually be? No, don’t answer that. There is no wonder your wife laughs at you. When you get really desperate and beg me to get you there? I literally cringe at how fucking needy and hopeless you are.
Is That A Worm In The Pool? No, It’s A Pencil Dick
A real man would be rock hard and ready to cum at any second. But not you. You are so much less than a real man aren’t you? You can’t keep it up. Is it physiological? Is it mental? Are you just an epic failure? Maybe all of the above.
What a fucking disappointment. You can’t get it hard much less keep it hard. But keep telling yourself that you are a man. I’m laughing my ass off at how pathetic you are.
The only remotely redeeming quality you might have is your wallet. That’s why you should fucking pay up. Why else would I want to waste my time with a wet noodle? Unless it’s benefiting me in some way I won’t. Not when there are bigger, harder dicks with money out there. You really did think you had a chance though, didn’t you? That’s called delusion.
Of course I did lead you on and made you feel special. But that’s what I do. The fact that you fell for it hook, line and sinker is fucking hilarious. Well, it would be if it weren’t so fucking pathetic.
While you stroke that limp dick, I have to hold back the laughter as I pretend to be into your flaccid cock. Keep deluding yourself. It works for me. Who even knew that a worthless worm could float?
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