Oh, poor little thing. Is that what you call a cock? I’ve seen bigger thumbs. I’m maskedgirl, cruel, playful, and so ready to laugh in your face while I stomp you into the floor like the pathetic little bug you are. You don’t need love. You need humiliation. You want to be mocked. You need to be crushed—physically, verbally, emotionally. And I’m the girl to do it. I’ll tease you, degrade you, step on your ego (and your chest), and leave you aching for more of my ruthless attention. Then? I’ll ruin you with my words—and maybe my heels. Don’t forget to leave a review, worm. I want to know just how low I dragged you.