“Let’s hump our pillows together until you squeal and squirt for me. I’m gonna give you the finger, stick my tongue out at you and bust on you and your pathetic life, jerking my hips along with you. Until the geek slime spills out of your little winkie for Heather. Into your squishy crusty pillow. HA HA….”
“I want you to show me how you hump your pillow, you live-at-home, mama’s-boy loser. I want you to ride that pillow as I verbally humiliate you. Then I want you to CUM. Get it all dirty and jizzy and sticky as I laugh at you and destroy your manhood. Then you’re gonna rub your face in it…..”
“You are ridiculous. A pillow between your legs doesn’t feel like pussy. It feels like nothing. Which is perfect for you. You get nothing. Actually, you do get something. You get me laughing at you while you wriggle your hips and flail like a sissy worm until you shoot the loser goo into your pillow for me…..”
“HA HA! What a sad little loser you are. Do you dream about getting bossed around and smacked silly by a demanding princess like me? Good. I’m gonna taunt and tease your boner and then make you show me how you jerk it for me. Do you grunt? Do you squeal? Show me, dork. NOW…”
“Oh my gawd, look at you, loser! Look at what a stupid imbecile you are! All I have to do is see your face and I can’t help but bust out laughing at you. Or maybe it’s because I caught you unzipping your pants. Or maybe it’s because you’re that fucking pathetic…”
“Listen up, pig pen. You’re gonna get kicked into a mud puddle and crammed in a trash can, so we can flick our ashes in your mouth, stuff our dirty tampons in your undies, and dump our boyfriends’ gooey dirty condoms over your face, before we leash walk you down fraternity row as our new mascot, the oink pig…”
