It really is your fantasy come true — not one, not two, but three inked, confident babes staring down at that tiny excuse you call a cock. It’s barely even a cock — more like a shy little micro worm poking out, hoping for attention it clearly doesn’t deserve. We take turns circling you, pointing and giggling, dragging you through every layer of humiliation you crave. One babe leans in close and asks how you expect to please any pussy with something so laughable. Another shakes her head like she’s disappointed, saying even a fingertip has more presence than that toy between your legs. The third taps her nail against your tip just to watch you twitch helplessly, smirking because even that tiny reaction is embarrassing. We call it a giant clit instead of a cock, tease that it must take courage to show something so small, ask how many women faked not noticing just to spare your feelings. You stand there twitching, red-faced, aching for approval you’ll never get from us — because you’re not
