You Are My Castrated Cleanup Cuck – Mental Castration

Oh, you wonder what kind of cocks I like the best? Mmm, definitely not yours. That pathetic little white worm between your legs? It’s a joke. A sad, shriveled excuse for a dick that could never satisfy a Goddess like me. No… I’m all about BBC. Big. Black. Cocks. Thick, veiny monsters that stretch me out, own my pussy, and make me scream like the slutty wife I am for them. God, just thinking about it gets me wet. Picture it, cuck: my perfect, juicy pussy lips parting wide around a massive, throbbing black bull cock. It’s at least 10 inches of pure power, girthier than your wrist, veins pulsing like ropes under that glossy dark skin. The head? Swollen, mushroom-shaped, leaking thick pre-cum that drips down the shaft. I crave how it feels slamming balls-deep, rearranging my guts, making my eyes roll back as I cream all over it. Your tiny pink clit-dick? It wouldn’t even tickle me.