Look At Your Little Button Dick

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The hesitation in his voice was delightful. I had only asked if he was packing a baby carrot or a little button. Speak up you faggot sissy boy. Let me hear you. Still, he stammered in his words, unable to vocalize exactly what we had going on. Frustrated with his inability to answer I decided to take things into my own hands. I grabbed his dainty wrists and stood him in front of me. I sighed as I started unbuckling his pants. As I pulled them down, I had to laugh. Not only was he wearing a pair of pink nylon panties, but they were wet and smelled of cummies droplets. Geez… what am I going to do with you I asked. He still was unable to communicate intelligently. I pulled his panties down and he whimpered like a scared dog. There beneath his cummies mess was a teeny tiny little button dick. I wasn’t about to get involved in that mess so I told him to dig his hands inside of that mess and clear a path so I can see his clittie. Upon inspection I couldn’t believe such a small thing could make such a big mess. Clean yourself faggot boy and then we will begin. No don’t grab that towel. I want you to use your fingers and lick it all up, then we will start our training.

1 comment

    • frank on July 9, 2021 at 5:19 pm

    let me be your sissy

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