Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445
That teeny tiny clitty; what in the world do you do with it anyways? He walked right up to me, the guy who owned it, and he pulled it out so that I could see. He was wearing a trench coat. If you’re going to be proud of something, let it be your 8 or 9 inch cock, the one that sluts can’t wait to get challenged by. He was creepy, first off. I had seen him checking me out, waiting to come over and talk with me way before he approached. The only thing left I could think to call it was a Teeny Tiny Clitty.
He opened his trench coat, and asked me if I wanted to see something that he wanted to show me. I looked at him, apprehensive the whole time. The look in my eyes was of curiosity, but also of fear. What was he going to show me? I couldn’t help but think about it. A guy wearing this outfit that he was, walking towards me, stalking me for minutes before. The suspense was driving me wild. And then it happened.
That Teeny Tiny Clitty
That thing was smaller than I’ve seen in a long while. Did it even earn the respect of other men, other women? How did it even come to be? I sat there, almost bursting out in laughter and to the point of tears. While I felt so awful, I could not help myself. The immediate thought that came to my mind was get a pair of tweezers to handle that teeny tiny. It would have fit in my mouth, with plenty of room for what… nothing else but itty bitty ball sack. How do you cope when you know it’s that small? I called it cutesy, but did it even deserve that name?!
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445