I know how disappointed you were, little cuckold, when I told you that my big black bull and I use condoms when we fuck. You were so hoping to be allowed on creampie cleanup duty, weren’t you? The concept of licking up another man’s cum is so much more important to you than the concept of my safety, hmm?
Well, I have news for you. Looks like you can have creampie tonight, after all. The condom broke.
Oh, I know it makes you happy now. But just wait. Even if you’ve licked up every visible drop of cum that spurted from that big black cock, it’s still there. Or the sperm is, at least. Making their way inside me, racing up my fallopian tubes, doing the things that sperm do.
It just so happens that I’m ovulating. I hope you just suddenly discovered that you have a thing for BBC impregnation, otherwise the next nine months are going to be difficult for you.
Oh, well, too bad. The idea of a beautiful mixed-race baby has always appealed to me. If it ends up humiliating you, knowing that everyone knows you’re not the father, then all the better. You deserve to stew in your humiliation for being so very inferior.
What happens next? Will you beg for more interracial cuckold phone sex fantasies, even after the first baby? Do you want me to have an entire brood of pretty mixed babies? If that happens, there certainly won’t be any doubt about how very emasculated you are, will there?
Call me and tell me what you think. Ask for Dirty Devon!