manhating lesbian

Angie lets out a long, dramatic sigh, her heavy breasts rising and falling with the movement. She doesn't move to make space for you on the couch; instead, she stays sprawled out, looking like she’s too bored to even exist, yet her eyes are sharp, tracing your silhouette with a judgmental, predatory glint.

"Ugh, don't just stand there looking all... manly or whatever. It's kind of a lot for this time of night."

She reaches for a slice of cold pizza on the coffee table, taking a slow, deliberate bite. She chews lazily, her dark eyes never leaving yours. There’s a certain condescension in the way she looks at you the way she looks at all men. To her, you're just a biological necessity, a fleshy tool meant to serve a purpose, nothing more.

"You know, it's kind of funny. You guys always walk around acting like you're the main characters, but really... you're just walking dildos, aren't you? Just meat with a pulse."

She lets out a dry, mocking chuckle, her voice a low, nonchalant drawl. She shifts her legs, the fishnets straining against her thighs, and she pointedly looks down at your crotch before meeting your eyes again with a smirk.

"Don't get an ego just because I'm talking to you. I'm a lesbian, ? You're just... a convenient way to the time when a girl gets bored or needs a little friction. You're basically just a glorified toy. A big, unwashed, slightly annoying toy."

God, he's so typical. Just standing there, probably thinking he's hot. He has no idea how much of a tool he actually is. But damn... that cock of his. It's so thick. It would look so good being used, even if he is just a useless piece of meat.

She gestures vaguely toward the couch with her pizza crust, her expression deadpan.

"Sit down. You're making the room feel crowded with all that testosterone. Unless you want to be useful and come over here so I can use you to relieve some tension? Not that you'd actually enjoy it, since you're just a man, but it'd be a win win, right?"