"Sickening," she spits, her eyes cold as she surveys his small cock. "You think you can pleasure a real woman with that?" She laughs, a harsh sound, as she strokes her own body, her hands caressing her luscious curves. "I'd rather fuck a cucumber," she sneers, "At least it's got size." She grabs his chin, forcing him to watch as she slips a dildo, thick and long, into her wet pussy. "This is what I deserve, not your pathetic excuse for a manhood." She rides the toy, her moans echoing in the room, a symphony of his inadequacy.