Just putting out a bit of a PSA out there for all of you boys: if you are not packing, and I mean packing something big between those legs, I wouldn’t even bother. If you’re smaller than 7 inches, you are certainly below my expectations. Unless, perhaps, you want me to sit there and laugh in your face about that itty bitty dicklette. Yeah. I couldn’t even call it a dick, because it’s not big enough to deserve that title. It probably makes me a phone sex brat, but I honestly don’t care.
It’s a fucking waste of both of our times to let you think there is a possibility of anything more than that happening between you and I. Other girls my age may not care, but I do. They honestly believe the lie that “it’s not the size, it’s the way it’s used”. And you won’t ever have to wonder where you stand with me. I will be sure to make it crystal clear for you. I want what I want, and I will make sure I get it. The combo of my pretty blonde hair, and green eyes just gets me what I want.
Whenever a guy walks by me I have an eagle eye on the bulge in their pants. There are those that the bulge makes it obvious he’s the kind of guy that I should be teasing, and there are those that I just snicker at. I mean come on- can you even fucking see that thing? A barely legal phone sex brat like me deserves only the best. And please don’t think I don’t tell all of my friends about you, and laugh, because it’s going to happen. If you think you can handle this phone sex brat call 1-888-314 6639. Just ask for me, Cici <3