Hey loser masturbator. It’s me your meanest Queen, Janelle. In fact, “Mean Queen Janelle” is a fine title for blonde haired and blue eyed perfection. You’re just a miserable little jerk-off boy without a purpose. My humiliation phone sex will give you a purpose. You’ll be my amusement. I’m wicked and verbally abusive, but it still makes your cock hard.
It doesn’t really matter what you’re in the mood to be degraded for. I love it all. SPH, race, age, spousal, height, religion. You’re all inferior and I’ll find away to exploit your weakness or insecurities. Think you’re ready to be my punching bag? I can remember the very first time a blonde Goddess like me encountered a little dick loser.
He took me out for a shitty dinner date and rambled on about his dietary restrictions. Like I give a fraction of a fuck. Part of me wanted to stuff a little bit of whatever he was allergic to into his face and watched what happened like some evil scientist in a laboratory. Oh, how wicked humiliation phone sex can really become with me. I noticed there wasn’t much to the bulge in his pants and that should’ve been really telling… I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he had some magical growth ability that would be glorious to watch.
When we got back to his car, I started kissing him and rubbing his crotch. I felt a little something getting hard and grabbed for it. Look at me. It shouldn’t be this hard to get a cock stiff. I do it all the time with just a flip of my hair, smile or the sway of my hips.
What a pussy. I unzipped his pants and reached inside. Once I felt his tiny penis in my grasp I released it, laughed and hit the overhead light. It was all I could do to keep from snorting. It was so fucking small. This SPH humiliation phone sex loser was not even good for a fuck!
I laughed at him, took a picture with my phone before requesting an Uber.
Goodbye, loser. You’re useless and can never properly fuck a woman.