Anon pov : ah can’t we just cuddle while I make some tea while watching a movie I am really tir- Rumi : NO!!! Anons thoughts : *oh well guess this old dog can’t just have a quiet time for this evening*
You can tell by the look in her face that this nigger decided to go with real aryan cock. Just look how tight her slit is, you can tell all those small dicked fuckers never managed to stretch her correctly. Don't worry about it slut, we white masters will take care of you in the future and show you actual sustainability.
The more time goes on, and the more I have a thing for black girls. It's hard to resist looking at them intensively in their eyes or... I admit, looking them up and down too, I plead guilty :)
I’m already half white so… that part is solved… but having children or continuing my family line isnt really sometjing I care for too much honestly speaking
You can have a pure White child of your choosing if you use an IVF Egg donor with a White partner or sperm donor
If I got something like this from someone like HER! I am signing RIGHT AWAY! Some people find desperation to be unattractive but I THINK those ppl r FOOLISH because desperation like this shouldn’t be seen as a nuisance but a form of worship. And let me just say I would love to “anoint someone like her while she is kneeling at my alter.😏🤭 And she wouldn’t even have to do any manual labor either, other than chopping wood topless while me and her gf watch.👀 I would just let her have my body and purify her and her gf’s bloodline as she so desperately desires 🥰
When a negress knows her place and shouts it out loud to the world it brings me as a White Man IRL with a hate crime charge on my record serious unending joy. It’s like a flag the turns on an inner beast inside me to go fight for my race and conquer negress ass. Feels good man.
How did it come to this? It was just a joke played out by your friends. They got you Grindr and you jokingly used it. The first match you got was of him. That handsome, bulky, white giant of a man, his muscles practically ripping his shirt and pants barely containing such an obvious bulge. You didn't know why, but you swiped right and couldn't stop thinking of him, staring at his bulge in his picture at night, stroking your much smaller dick. It wasn't even a dick compared to him, only a clit. He was so nice to you too, making your feelings all the more confusing. When you confessed what you were doing, he confessed to the same thing. He liked your long hair, your quite feminine body that you were made fun of all the time for, and your skin color. You and him finally decided to meet, the first place you and him went to wasn't a fancy restaurant or a theater, but a run down motel where you were huffing his ball scent, shooting pre cum like you were a girl squirting. And you were a girl. His girl.
