Lip Gloss

I had another call with my favorite little faggot, Philip. He thought he could “impress” me by rubbing lip gloss on that pathetic little cock of his. WRONG. The only thing that impresses me about that pitiful fuck is the way he takes things down his throat. He’s very, very talented at that. Be it a *real* cock from a *real* man or whatever happens to come out of my ass, he knows how to swallow big things. I get a little worried sometimes that he may grow a tiny bit of confidence between our calls, so I make sure to crush any of that as soon as I get on the phone with him. I kindly remind him what a fucking miserable tiny-dick asshole he is. I can’t let him even have the smallest feeling of being a real man. Real men don’t have useless mini dicks and pitiful little bumps for balls. So no, Philip, shining your nub up doesn’t impress me. You’re still useful for a good laugh though or my own personal port-a-potty.


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