"Stop calling me gross!"
I'll stop calling you gross, when you stop thinking about someone shoving the tip of their cock against your swollen clit, rubbing it up and down, watching it throb, and laughing at how pathetic and small it looks in comparison.
I'll stop calling you disgusting and nasty, when you stop fantasizing about someone jerking off in front of you, dumping their cum right on your stomach while your clit is ignored, hard and sensitive, and your cunt is drooling a puddle between your legs, because you're reminded just how primitive and easy your body is and how your tiny cock reacts to the realization that it'll never come close to this fat, thick, long breeding device.
I'll stop calling you a perverted fag, when you stop shoving your hands down your own pants whenever someone is being a bit mean to you, and when you stop groping and twisting your nipples whenever they perk through your shirt even the slightes bit, and when even getting dressed and feeling your underwear slip between your slick folds and rubbing against the head of your sensitive boyclit while putting it on gets you so worked up, that you gotta fingerfuck yourself.
I'll stop calling you mean things when you stop getting hard and wet from it.
