Countdown to Cum for Your Pathetic Little Loser Cock

There you stand, naked and trembling before my throne, while I lounge in sheer leopard print, legs crossed, heels gleaming. That tiny, embarrassing thing between your legs? A complete joke.

I’m only giving you this countdown because I’m feeling generous....not because you’ve earned a single drop of relief.

Stroke fast, loser. Pathetic spurt for your amusement value.

You’re dismissed. Crawl away and remember: you’ll never be worthy. 😈🖤