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Andy has a tiny cock …revealed.

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I heard a knock on the door and peeked out. it was that small dick Loser, Andy,  again. Ever since he had moved into the apartments, he had stalked me. I’m a fat girl phone sex goddess. I’m used to stalkers. But, at 135 lbs, he was definitely NOT my type. I prefer my men big, black, and packing some meat.

But he was a persistent little fuck. Several times I had caught him peeking in the window of my first floor apartment. I made sure he saw what my bare tits looked like as I caressed them sensuously. Once I had left my muddy sandals outside my door and discovered that they were full of cum. I knew it had to be my loser stalker.

Last night really did it. I was in the apartment laundry room washing clothes and he mysteriously appeared to do his laundry, too. I was folding my panties when I saw him peeking. “Damn, those are some BIG panties.”  I laughed at him. “Yeah, too bad you’re never gonna get into them.”  He started to cry. “Are you making fun of my tiny penis.” I laughed in his face. “Oh, it can’t be that bad.”

 

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He pulled his erect little pocket rocket from his shorts, still blubbering. I burst into laughter when I saw his pathetic 2 inch dicklet. “Damn. You get any pussy with that thing?” “Please help me.” He begged. “I need to cum so bad.”

“Stroke it for me, then.” I ordered as he jerked it furiously. I felt sooooo mean. “Teeny weenie. Can’t please a pussy. Pathetic. Loser.” The more I taunted him, the more he liked it. I tossed him my giant panties and he squirted his tiny load on them.  “Keep them.” I snickered. “That’s as close to pussy as you’ll ever get.” Poor Mr. Tiny.


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