We both know the truth—you’re nothing next to me, next to what I have. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? You can’t stop obsessing over the size difference. It haunts you, doesn’t it? Knowing you’ll never measure up. You see my cock, and everything else fades away. Your tiny little dick doesn’t even compare. It’s not just smaller—it’s irrelevant. Pathetic, even. And the best part? You love knowing that. You crave the humiliation of being reminded how insignificant you are.