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The Disgrace Between Your Legs - Born to Be Below

12/15/23 11:00 AM15 min14 MBmp3
Price$15.99 USD

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There you are, standing before the mirror with that disgusting, floppy excuse of manhood dangling between your legs. It's not just a disappointment, it's a deformity, a grotesque mockery of what you wish you had. Since the day you were born, this pathetic piece of flesh has been a dark, oppressive cloud over your existence. You hate it, every inch of its repulsive form. It's a constant reminder of your inferiority, of your failure to be anything but a weak, subservient male. Every time your eyes fall upon it, you're filled with loathing, not just for it, but for yourself. You wish it would just wither away, leave you be, free from the shame of your own laughable existence. You know you were never meant to have the power and control that comes so naturally to Women, those superior beings who command with just their presence. Their pussies, symbols of their strength and dominance, mock you and your inadequacy. You're nothing but a slave to their will, forever in awe of their beauty and power, always reminded of what you lack and will never possess.

So, accept your pitiful reality, your life as a masochist at heart, craving the humiliation you so rightfully deserve. Each time you glimpse that sorry excuse for a penis, you're reminded why you're nothing more than a plaything for Superior Women. It's your fate, your unescapable truth - you'll always be inferior, always be a step below, always longing for something you can never have. You're destined to be beneath them, worshipping the ground they walk on, enslaved by the very essence of your being. Your existence is a testament to your inadequacy, a never-ending cycle of humiliation and despair. So kneel, you pathetic creature, accept your role as the inferior, subservient male you were born to be, forever overshadowed by the magnificence and power of the Superior Woman.

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