Tiny DICK HUMP this hotel bed - MASTURBATION HUMILIATION, HFO

This is why you’re still a virgin, isn’t it? It’s not a life choice, it’s a biological imperative. No woman would ever feel this. They’d have to check if it was in yet. The friction alone… you’d start a fire, but only because you’re the size of a matchstick. You know what I’m doing tonight? While you’re lying on that sad little cot they call a pull-out sofa, I’m going to be in this big, plush king-sized bed. And I’m going to think about a real man. A man with a cock so thick I have to unhinge my jaw. A man who could split me in two and leave me begging for more. I’m going to slide my fingers deep inside my soaking wet pussy, and I’m going to fuck myself to the thought of a cock that actually exists. A cock that you could never, ever compete with. Your job tonight isn’t to fuck me. Your job is to get this bed ready for a real fucking. You’re going to strip it down. You’re going to fluff the pillows. I'm texting your stepfather actually. Telling him his stepson is currently fucking furniture in front of me. Should I send a photo? No... I'll save that for leverage. Keep going." "Oh, that's rich. My girlfriend just asked what I'm doing tonight. Should I tell her I'm boysitting you ? No... watching a virgin bitch hump a pillow is more accurate. You're making noises. Little grunts. Stop that. No one cares. No one is listening. I'm not your audience. I'm barely in the same room as something this pathetic.""Are you still going? God. Of course you are. You'd probably cum on a couch arm if I left you alone long enough. This is what years of porn and rejection have reduced you to. A mattress-fucker. A bed-humper. Your entire sexual existence is friction against household items because no human would voluntarily touch that... thing.""Look at you. Sweating. Ass up. Rubbing your little nub against thread count like it owes you something.