So today this scrawny little worm calls me up and thinks he’s got a shot with a barely legal, petite brunette like me. But what he really deserved was small penis humiliation phone sex. And I love making men feel small. He had the nerve to try to sound all dominant on the line, but then he started telling me about his “manhood.” I’m sitting there thinking, okay, let’s hear it, let’s see if you’re actually a real man or just another pathetic dicklet with a Napoleon complex.
I asked him to describe it. You know what he said? He said it was “average.” I almost laughed so hard I choked on my soda. Average? For a hamster, maybe. For a human male? It’s microscopic. I told him to hold it up against my pinky finger. He said it was close. I told him to hold it against a pencil. He said it was bigger than a pencil. I told him to shut his trap and realize he’s got a tiny, useless little weeny. I bet it’s barely the size of my thumb, maybe smaller. I bet if he got it hard, it would be like poking myself with a pen.
I told him to imagine me with a real guy, a guy with a big, thick cock that can actually hit a spot inside me and make me scream. I told him his little thing would just poke around and feel like a tickle. It’s not even a dick; it’s a clit with balls. He tried to tell me it worked fine, but I know better. I know losers like him just sit around jerking their little nubs off thinking they’re hot stuff, but really they’re just wasting time. I told him I’d rather fuck a cucumber. At least a cucumber is hard and knows what to do. His little thing is soft and useless.
He begged me to ignore the size and just use him. I told him no. I told him he’s good for nothing but being laughed at. I told him I’d rather stick a toothbrush in myself than touch that thing. He was so embarrassed he couldn’t even finish the call. Pathetic. If you call me, bring a ruler and be prepared to cry, because I’m gonna make sure you know exactly how useless you are. Call me at 1 888 402 8669 and ask for Kelly for small penis humiliation phone sex.









