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She lounges, her curves a stark contrast to his lack, her eyes gleaming with amusement. 'You're so proud of it, yet it's so... small,' she whispers, tracing his length with a nail, sending shivers down his spine. He swells, trying to prove her wrong, but she just chuckles, 'Oh, it's still tiny.' She denies him release, keeping him hard, using him for her pleasure, her voice a symphony of humiliation and desire, her laughter the only climax he's allowed.