I must confess something.

[potatopeeler63]

Some nigresses are hot as fuck in person. Like when you are standing in line behind a hot one, holy shit are they built to fuck, and they give off weird fuck me pheromones. In pictures you don't want to fap to them but in real life it's like damn

Yea, I've fucked a few on tinder, i can honestly say they have tight warm pussies, and it beats white girl pussy. along with the god tier fat allocation to the ass and tits.
I picked a ghetto thick little snicker up in section 8 housing a few years back, she came over, had those long ass fake nails, we drank cognac unironically and I ate the cootchie. she squirted all over my face. her hair was disgusting as it was braided but oh well.

of course, I would never want to be seen in public with one. The next morning I was grinding against her ass for like 20 min till she woke up, i was already LEAKING PRE, rolled on top of her, lasted like a minute 30....then said i had to work (it was a sunday) and dropped her back off like at 9 am and unmatched her.
10/10 would repeat

 

[Udders]

When I was single I used to fuck liberal cunts like her. They always want to argue about politics and social issues. I used to get them drunk on cheap beer and make them cry because they couldn't win a logical debate. They are so used to being with soy boy simps and such that when a man doesn't agree and actual sticks to his points they don't know what to do. It makes them horny. They have never been dominated socially or sexually but deep down it's what they crave. Once they are overwhelmed with testosterone and pure male logic and stubbornness, the facade fades and the flood gates open. They become open to any sexual fantasy you can imagine. But once you bust a nut it's like instant remorse, what a waste of time that all was. Then you just want them to leave. So you go full 1488 on them and they leave sobbing at 5am but somehow satisfied, but not really satisfied, so they always come back for more and the cycle repeats...leaving everyone involved questioning our lives and thus becoming a better wiser person in the end.

You're a poet, sir.