You return home early from work and catch me sliding in and out of your wife, what did you then do, cuck-boi? Allow me to paint you a worthy scenario.
You stand at the doorway, jacket hanging over your shoulder while holding your briefcase, stunned and amazed at what you’re witnessing. I notice you keep balling and opening your fist. I can tell you want to do something about this—you want to strut over and attempt to knock me off your woman, isn’t that right? The primitive part of your brain wants to do that, but the advanced part is warning you not to even think about it. This wouldn’t end well for you should you attempt that action, white boi.
I’ve been thinking about breeding your wife, and it’s about time I made things clear that that’s my goal for coming back here.
It doesn’t take long for you to surrender the notion of ever getting rid of me. Let it be know, white boi, you can’t ever get rid of me, not as long as you’re married. And if ever you and Mya, your wife got divorced, you’re still going to remain my slave. You’re going to pay for my time to come visit you and domesticate you like the sore loser you are, and you’re going to enjoy every minute of it as you already do. The same goes for Mya, too. She can’t ever do without me. Don’t you see how much she misses me? I haven’t been around to play with her in several days, and yet when I rung your doorbell, your wife opened the door and immediately jumped in my arms.
Yes, white boi, your wife jumped in my arms, kissed me first, then asked where I’d been and why had I taken so long coming to find her?
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