Tiny Cock Gets No Love
After we finished pointing and laughing at your tiny cock for five minutes straight, your thick friend and I were finally able to catch our breaths. He swore up and down that he had no idea that you were such a scrawny wimp down there and couldn’t believe that you agreed to come anyway when you were fully aware of your *ahem* tiny stature.
It sort of went without saying that you weren’t getting any of this pussy. I came to get fucked by some huge, fat cock. Not get rocked to sleep by someone’s sixth ‘little piggy’. However, your inadequacies weren’t going to stop your friend and I from having a good time. In fact, he was insistent that we do it right in front of you. Chances were, you’d never even seen a fully satisfied woman in real life anyway.
Both my eyes and yours widened at the sight of your friend’s huge member. It was massive and not just because it was hanging right next to your little engine that couldn’t. It was so long, rock-hard, and solid. In an arm-wrestling match, I’d probably put my money on his cock. That’s how strong it looked.
“Watch and learn, little man,” he said to you as precum dripped down his shaft.
I spread my legs, revealing that moist, hungry pussy that you would never be able to please. The one that you and your friend had talked about pounding the shit out of together, not even fifteen minutes ago. The closer your friend got, the wetter I got, until the head of his cock was working his way inside.
“Mmm, you want a real man inside you, don’t you?” he remarked, sliding deep inside me.
I squealed at his length. “Ohhh yes!”
“Not some tiny, useless wannabe.”
“I need some fat cock, baby. Oh, fuck! You’re not even halfway inside!”
The way my pussy stretched around his cock, something yours had never caused a pussy to do, had you mesmerized. You absent-mindedly started stroking your own tiny cock while your friend gave you a glimpse of a world you would never know. Watching his cock slide back out, slick with the pussy juices of such a hottie caused you to blow your load immediately. We had almost forgotten that you were there until we heard your wimpy moans and saw your hands covered in sticky, premature spooge.
I laughed but your friend *tsk, tsked* you and told you to go wash your hands while the adults played.
