The last fucking thing I have these days is patience, especially patience for pathetic losers who have failed at finding their manhood. Does that sound all too familiar to your sorry little ears? I bet it does, pumpkin, which tells me that humiliation phone sex is right up your alley. Yeah, you’re definitely too pathetic to be praised for anything, except maybe how pathetic you really are. I mean, you do reach new loser heights – I’d say they should make a medal for it, but you don’t deserve any trophies, so just forget it, buttercup, and keep focusing on being the loser you are.

Take a look at this hot body. You’ll never get with this. You can’t even dream about it right, so don’t bother trying. You could never imagine in your wildest dreams what it would be like to be with a woman like me – even your imagination falls short, just like your puny little dick. You could never please a woman like me, so don’t even try it. The only reason you should call me is for humiliation phone sex, because even if you’re paying me to pretend over the phone, I still couldn’t pretend to enjoy the way your sad little unit feels as it struggles to find some friction in my cunt. I’d just laugh at the ridiculous attempt you’d be making to get that little thing inside of me.

There is simply nothing about you that turns me on. No hot woman in her right mind would want to talk to you, much less fuck you. For some reason, you can’t get this into your thick little skull, so you need to be told, over and over, and even worse – you need to pay a bitch like me to do it over the phone because you know no one would want to look you in the face.

If this is the case, then dial the phone – 1 888 662 6482 – and ask for Delilah so I can put you in your place. That’s if you can manage to dial the phone right. I doubt it, but go ahead and try to prove me wrong.