I know I might look like a sweet girl, and I do have my moments. But I’m not. Not to losers like you, anyway. I’m a big fan of when losers such as yourself get on the phone and give me a call for bratty domme phone sex. That’s the only thing that you could ever do that would even come close to making me happy. But there’s only so much a loser like you could ever do for me. I love laughing at you for the various things that are wrong with you. You’re an old single virgin. You live with your mom. You have an itty bitty clitty in the spot where a real man’s dick would be. I could go on and on, but I’ll save that for whenever you get up the nerve to pick up the phone and call me. Can you do it, loser?
Making fun of so-called men like you is what really makes my world go around. It puts a little pep in my step when I laugh at one of you. It gives me life when you spend your hard earned money on me, especially since I don’t even really need it. I like making you get dressed up in panties and fucking yourself in your ass because you’re a little bitch and not a real man. I’m ready to fuck with your mind when you call me for bratty domme phone sex. It’s true – you aren’t good enough to talk to me but as long as you’re paying me well, I’ll do it anyway. Did you ever think you’d grow up to pay girls like me to talk shit to you and tell you what a loser you are? Maybe not, but here you are. I’ll be waiting to degrade you.
Call me at 1 888 314 6639 and ask to talk to Stefanie