Humiliation of my husband’s little cock

After months of enjoying my lover’s impressive size, I finally confront my husband’s inadequacy. His tiny, soft cock is a pitiful sight, drawing nothing but laughter and scorn. I strip him down, mocking every inch of his worthless length, my words as sharp as my actions.

Spit drips from my lips onto his pathetic member, coating it in my stinky saliva as I continue to humiliate him. His small size is a constant reminder of his failure, and I ensure he feels every ounce of my disgust.