Minicuckrhyme 11

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Minicuckrhyme
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Part 3 of the 16 part series

Updated 03/08/2024
Created 12/30/2022
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DerekGrant
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How swiftly my wife fell for her handsome black lover, her seduction was so quick and easy,

Now she lies in our bed and offers him her soft body, enjoying tender moments and sweet intimacy,

I can do nothing to stop them, I am so small and so weak, so I curse my inadequacy,

So quietly I watch them together through the open door, they care nothing for their own privacy,

In her Lover’s embrace and with his dark cock buried deep, she’s in a world of pure ecstasy,

And I know that she now carries his child, so humiliation is to be my legacy.

DerekGrant
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AnonymousAnonymous9 months ago

Evolution is beautiful, yes? Your wife is inaugurating a new racial harmony, and your place is to remain by her side and slurp the overflow. When a Black man pumps wads in your wife, all you can do is bow down and give thanks. You reap the dividends from the investment he puts in her. You drink cream pie and give thanks for a happy wife. You harvest from the seed he plows in her pink married cunt, and you raise the babies he breeds inside her womb. Thats your job as a cuckold. You surrender your husbandly privileges and slurp sloppy seconds as a wittol's duty. You're a wimp. Your wife doesn't want to reproduce a wimp. Thats only natural, biological. Her body, her choice. Vagina decides. When she saw that dark chocolate phallus, it was love at first sight. Black dick gave her two fevers, and Black sperm is the only cure. She loves whats in those big Bull testicles more than she loves you, enough to reproduce with. Face it. Slurp it. Suckle that spermy twat. She loves that seed more than you. Thats evolution, Mother Nature. Thats how vaginal hedonism contributes to natural selection, when your wife receives Black insemination, casting you aside in favor of social justice and personal euphoria. You're a wimp, so its only natural and righteous. Might makes right, and big dick empowers a liberated woman. Your wife made the decision intuitively. The stronger man breeds, and you write poetry about it.

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