Paul Greenwell: The Most Desperate Bimbo on the Internet (And It’s Not Even Close)
LOL the desperate loser couldn’t even last a week before he messaged me begging to send his fagtax so ill write a new post about him LMAO. Paul Greenwell is setting a new personal record in desperation — and for Sissy Paul, that bar was already underground.
Right now the desperate loser is proudly telling me he threw out his entire bimbo collection — wigs, makeup, outfits — twenty years worth of accumulated slut gear, straight in the trash. Gone. Done. A fresh start, right?
Wrong.
In the same breath, the desperate slut is telling me how he knows im all he needs, and as long as hes the #1 most exposed sissy on the internet there is literally nothing else he needs LMAO. The absolute state of this sissy. You can’t make this stuff up.
Lucky for paul he was long overdue for a wardrobe upgrade. And I guarantee this is only going to make him crave it more and more. Give this bimbo more than 24 hours without attention and that useless little clitty starts doing all the thinking. The cravings take over. The desperation reaches levels that would embarrass any normal human being — but not Paul Greenwell. He has no shame left to lose.
I’ve already sent the desperate slut off to order new outfits while I write this. And let’s be real hes obviosuly just going to jerk his little dick all night long until he cant sqeeze anymore cum out, and then wait until tomorrow to get the new outfits LOL
And he knows New outfits mean new photos, which means fresh content for his website that no double he will be begging me to put back online within a week or two, even though he just paid for it to come down LMAO
This is Paul Greenwell’s entire existence. Nothing else matters to him. Nothing else even registers. It’s why he’s the mascot of every single one of my sites — hes literally what rock bottom looks like when it has a wig and lipstick on.
There has never been a bimbo more desperate than Paul Greenwell, and there isn’t a close second. Not even in the same universe.
And just to prove it even further — while I was writing this, the groveling mess hit me with:
“I know my place, Master. I just want you to tell me it’s good that I contact you daily and that I’m your #1. It’s all I need.”
Absolutely hopeless. 😂