“You look so stupid when you choke your little joystick to me! Your face gets all pink and puffy. You start to tremble, stutter and sputter. Making sissy squeals and piggy grunts as the pigsnot dribbles from your puny pecker! How could I help but laff laff and laff in your face when you cum for me?!…”
“Because you plump up like a pig every holiday season, we’re putting you on a special dick-sucking diet. Your only source of protein is gonna be steamy, skanky, gooey-hot male cum down your throat. You’ll have to suck dick or starve! To start you can beg us to masturbate our boyfriends into your mouth….”
“Hey there, my closet sissy boy. I know you want to cum for Princess Tiffani today. You’d luv it if I sucked on your nubby or let you rub it between my big boobies. But sissies don’t get to cum that way, like a real man. You have to arch your hips like a naughty slut and splatter that cummie all over your loser face. Like this..”
“I hate getting attitude from a sissy. That’s the quickest way to get a smack across your face, a cock in your mouth, or if you’re really sassy with me? A good hard punishment fucking with my pink strap-on. Here’s what you can expect if you decide to be a disobedient or snarky sissy with Princess Tiffani…”
“I was sooo mean to you back in school. Tormented and humiliated you. And now, at our school reunion, you think you’re gonna impress me? I hope you try. So I can make you s-s-stutter again and send you back to your hotel room totally humiliated, ready to s-s-sputter your humpy pillow to Mean Tiffani all over again…”
“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…”
“Remember my silky pink panties? The ones I used to get you fired from your job and divorced from my mom, when I was a college freshman? Hmm, step-daddy? I bet you’re still a weakling for Tiffani’s cute panties. Aren’t you, dumb-dumb. I bet I could make you fill my panties with your yicky DNA all over again…”
“When I left for my tennis match this morning, I gave you specific instructions to tongue-wipe the soles and heels of every pair of high heels in my collection. But you fucked up. Now I’m gonna use my stinky tennis sneakers and thigh boots to punish and humiliate you in front of my girlfriends…”
“I knew I should have NEVER let a nervous little dweeb like you make out with me. All I had to do was rub my silky thigh between your legs and YICK. I could feel the loser cream blubbering thru your geek pants all over my brand new ultra-sheen stockings. Eew! Ready to be humiliated, mr cream jeans? …”
“How pathetic! I don’t care whether you still live at home in mommy’s basement or if you’re banned to the guest room by your dominant cheating wife, or if you’re squatting in a sad little shithole all by yourself. I’m gonna bust into your loser room to call u out and humiliate u for being the dirty little jerk pig you are…” 8 minutes
