If your small cock was bobbing in front of me I’d take my mouth down to your head and breathe hot and slow on your skin. But you would never feel the softness of my lips. I don’t lick worm meat. Faggot. I might, if you piss me off, bite the head of your flesh. But’s that only because you’re mine now. You are nothing to me and I’m all you thnk about. You are nothing but meat with a wallet. A chew toy. A failure to expose, humiliate, and ruin. I own every pathetic faggot inch of you.