Goddess Vivian Leigh – Torch Your Balls

There is nothing I love more than all the unwanted pictures of your dick that you send me. How thoughtful. I never asked you if I could see your dick, never showed any interest in it at all, but you were just that certain I wanted to see it.Always thinking of me.Of course I am being sarcastic. If you realized how unsatisfactory and vile your dick is, you’d never send anyone pics of it again. Actually, if you were realistic and honest with yourself about how you got the genetic short end of the stick, you would never take off your clothes, use a public restroom or have sex with anyone again.I don’t know who would have sex with you anyways; someone with a fetish for expired, rotten little sausages that are attached to poor excuses for men and passed off as a fallacy. Ew.As a strong, confident woman, I feel that it is my right… no, my duty, to spare any and all women the grave misfortune that I experienced by having to look at that disgusting lump that not even a starving vulture would eat. Lets burn it with fire.So funny, I have such control and power over you, I own your manhood so entirely that you’ll do anything I say, and smile at any torture and abuse I inflict upon you. So, lets get rid of that thing before it victimizes any other unsuspecting victim. I have this awesome little torch that I use for smoking. Although I’ll have to suffer the stench of burning putrid flesh, I feel it’s the right thing to do.Now, put your icky junk in my beautiful hands. It’s time to torch your balls