You fucking pussy. You know who you are. You call for CEI phone sex, and then at the last second, you chicken out and hang up. You’re a chicken shit, and you’re never going to do it. Not unless you grow a fucking set of balls and suck it up, literally.
I mean, what the fuck? Nobody is asking you to swallow another man’s cum – not yet, anyway. It’s yours. It cums from you, and honestly, if you tell Me you have never in your life tasted the teeniest, tiniest drop of it off your fingertips – not in an entire lifetime of jacking that shit off practically daily – then you’re a liar as much as you are a pussy.
Now man the fuck up and call for CEI phone sex, and follow the fuck through and do what you are told. You know you want to – it’s why you call in the first place. You tell Me that’s what you want. To eat your own cum. So why the fuck you gotta hang up the second you bust that nut? Seriously, where do your balls go once they empty out, because, boy, you definitely lose all courage the second your beans spill it out all over your hand.
Don’t tell me you’ve never licked your fingers after the ice cream melted on them, or after you had some tasty finger-lickin’ good fried chicken. So why can’t you just lick those digits clean after your cock coats them with your fresh and funky ball butter?
Now listen here, pansy boy. You’re lucky you’re only calling Me for CEI phone sex, and not actually in My presence. You know you would be licking every fucking drop of that salty goodness off of whatever surface it landed on, and you would fucking thank Me for it.
So get your shit together and call Queen Naomi at 1 888 662 6482 for CEI phone sex, and don’t fuck around with Me. I’m NEVER in the mood.