A loving little reality check from your Goddess Alyssa. You’ve been friend zoned.

Awww, sweet thing…
You really thought I’d ever date you? With that cock?

No no, don’t get all pouty. I like you. I think you’re adorable. Really I do.
But let’s be honest with each other, hmm? That tiny little thing between your legs? It’s not boyfriend material. It’s not even side piece material. It’s more like… background character energy. That helpless, twitchy, soft little cock just screams friend zone.

You know what I see when I look at you? Not a man. Not a stud. Not even someone who could take me on a date without melting into a pathetic puddle just from looking at my thighs. Thee good news is that you’re not completely useless. I see my tiny-cocked little helper.
The kind of pet I can use when I’m bored. The one who gets hard just hearing me talk about other men. The one who begs to stroke while I ride someone better.

And you know what? That’s precious to me. I treasure having a cock this easy to tease. One I can tap with my nails while I smirk. One I can ruin with just a few bratty little words. One that squirts pathetically while I giggle and whisper, “Oh nooo, was that it, baby? Is your cock really that small?” Of course you’re friend-zoned. Because that’s where you belong. Right next to me,  but never in me. Always watching, always aching, always dreaming…And never, ever enough.

Now go ahead, stroke for me. Just five slow strokes. Nice and slow… one… two… three… four…Fiiive. That’s all you get today. But don’t worry. I’ll still let you hump my thigh sometimes.

If you want more? You’ll have to call me and beg properly, friend