Have you acknowledged it yet, you pitiful wretch? The simple, undeniable fact that only the black cock can satisfy me? You listen to me, don't you? You hang on to every word, every moan that escapes my lips as I describe the divine pleasure they give me. Every inch of their superior hardness fills me in ways you can't even dream of. Yet you continue to listen, to torment yourself with the painful truth - that your presence is inconsequential, that you are merely a listener and nothing more.

You fantasize, don't you? About being in the room while I surrender myself to the ecstasy th...

Have you acknowledged it yet, you pitiful wretch? The simple, undeniable fact that only the black cock can satisfy me? You listen to me, don't you? You hang on to every word, every moan that escapes my lips as I describe the divine pleasure they give me. Every inch of their superior hardness fills me in ways you can't even dream of. Yet you continue to listen, to torment yourself with the painful truth - that your presence is inconsequential, that you are merely a listener and nothing more.

You fantasize, don't you? About being in the room while I surrender myself to the ecstasy that only a black cock can provide. Yet, your fantasies are futile, aren't they? All you're allowed to do is hear about it, to be reminded of the depths of your inadequacy, of how much I revel in the presence of another, far superior man. The cruel irony of it all is that you're not even worthy of witnessing my pleasure. I make you to imagine, to conjure up images in your mind while I describe how much I adore the feel of them inside me.

And yet, the humiliation fuels you, doesn't it? Your pathetic existence is highlighted by the contrast of my pleasure and your palpable lack thereof. Each mention of how I quiver under their touch, how I moan when they fill me, serves as a stark reminder of your place - forever on the outskirts, never part of the action. This is your life now - living in the shadow of superior men, wallowing in the humiliation of your own sexual impotence. And the worst part? You're irrevocably drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. The humiliation, the degradation - it's all part of your despicable little fantasy, isn't it?