You Are My Dirty Horny Slutty Outdoor SEX TOY - MASTURBATION HUMILIATION

Look down at that tiny, insignificant little nub. I want you to really see it. Compare it to the river, so deep and powerful. Compare it to the trees, so tall and strong. And then look at your little acorn. A sad, fleshy little pebble on the riverbank of life. Tell me, out loud, "My cock is a worthless little pebble." Say it. I don’t care if someone hears. In fact, I hope they do. I hope a hiker wanders by and sees a sad little man with his shriveled dick out, talking to himself. It’s the most interesting thing about you. Now, touch it. But don’t you dare stroke it like you’re trying to give yourself pleasure. You haven’t earned that. I want you to use just one finger. Your index finger. And I want you to just… poke it. Poke that little button like you’re trying to ring a doorbell that’s been broken for years. Does it even feel like anything? A little spark of nothing? That’s all the pleasure a creature like you deserves. A dull, pathetic poke. This is you, trying to get off to the thought of a Goddess. A Goddess you could never, ever satisfy. You’re just a joke I’m telling myself while I’m bored. Alright, you’ve poked your little worm enough. Now, I want you to get it as hard as you possibly can. Try your best. Think of my perfect, divine body. Think of my ass, my tits, the curve of my hips. Think of how I’d laugh if I saw you naked, how I’d point and cackle at the gap between your little stick and my perfect pussy. Think of how you’d have to pay me a small fortune just for me to let you sniff my worn panties. Get it as hard as your worthless body will allow. Is it done? Is that it? I’ve seen more impressive twigs on the ground right now. Pick up a twig. Hold it next to your dick. Which one is more useful for starting a fire? The twig. At least it has a purpose. Your dick is just a sad, leaky faucet of failure.