verbal humiliation phone sex
Hola fetish fucking perverts and blasphemy creeps. Verbal humiliation phone sex for all you fuckers who think you’re something you’re not. You pathetic little dick bitches, whine asses, moody whores and entitled spoiled twats. Here’s one thing you should know. You were not the first and you surely won’t be the last. I hear you’ve had it rough with your small penis issue or you’ve had it soooo hard that no one could ever love you. Cry me a fucking river you psychopaths. I’m amused by the verbal humilated and degraded fuck twats that love to try to pass judgement on others. I’M the only one who matters. I pass judgement because MY intuition is far better. In fact, I’m just plain better than you. You need a proper dose of verbal humiliation phone sex for you to see the clearer fucking picture. How much do you really matter. I mean do you even fucking matter? Oh, you think I’m not anything special, just a bitch with a grudge against all men? Then why are you still reading, cunt? Exactly. Somehow your twisted bullshit excuse for a human being is interested in what I have to say. Why? Because I break things down to a really raw level that most people wouldn’t even dare to go with you. You can’t win with me. Besides, it’s not a game I’m playing. It’s your fucking mind I’m rolling on. Your world I’m breaking down piece by piece and destroying until you realize what a useless piece of filth you really are. You really think you’re worth a damn? Who cares about you now that you have such a negative attitude about yourself and other people? You deserve to die in a fire for all I fucking care. For some reason, even though I’m a brutally blunt nightmare bitch from Hell, some people still fucking love me regardless of my intense verbal humiliation phone sex and degradation tactics. Gee, maybe because I recognize who is really worth my time and who the fuck isn’t even worth wiping my ass with. So be bogged down by your heavy workload, bitch. Forget about how small your dick really is and make money. At the end of the day, I know what you’re really worth. You’re worth the $2 and fucking 50 cents a minute you pay for me to tell you the fucking truth about your pathetic waste of an excistance. STOP BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS ME you mouth breathing nasty fuck. Verbal humiliation phone sex is one of the few things that gives me the most fetish pleasure.

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