Oh, my sweet, trembling faq boy, you thought you could just slip into my world unnoticed, didn’t you? You thought you could hide that quivering, cock-hungry sissy inside you from me? Ha! I’m your filthy PsyDomme goddess, darling, and I see every dirty secret you’re too weak to admit. I’m going to crawl into that pathetic little mind of yours, twist it, tease it, and turn you into the whimpering faggot you were born to be. Buckle up, bitch, because I’m about to trigger you so hard you’ll be begging for mercy—and loving every second of it. I’m holding the key to your nastiest desires, pet, and it’s a big, thick, juicy BBC—oh yes, a Big Black Cock so massive, so superior, it makes that sad little clitty between your legs shrivel in shame. When I show you this monster, your inferior white dick is going to throb like never before. I’m going to make you stroke it, slow and desperate, while I whisper filthy truths in your ear. You’ll feel that BBC’s power radiating through you, demanding worship, demanding your complete surrender. It’s not just a cock, darling—it’s your fucking religion now. I’m going to humiliate you, faq boy, strip you bare until you’re nothing but a drooling, cock-starved slut. I’ll make you admit—out loud, no hiding—that you’re a faggot, that you crave BBC, that you’re inferior to every black god who wields one. You’ll repeat my mantras, let them sink into your soul: “I am a sissy. I worship big black cocks. I exist to serve.” And you’ll love it, won’t you? The shame, the degradation, the way it makes your balls ache—it’s what gets you off, what makes you you. I’m daring you, pet—go deeper. Let me guide you to that tight little back hole of yours, twitching and begging for a real man’s cock. I’ll make you imagine it sliding in, stretching you, owning you, while I laugh at how pathetic you look, whimpering and leaking. You don’t want pussy, do you? No, you need this—hard, black, dominant cock—because that’s what triggers you, what sets your filthy faggot heart on fire. So what’s it going to be, slut? Are you brave enough to let me break you? To edge yourself until you’re a sweaty, shaking mess, screaming my name and cumming for BBC like the homo you are? I’m challenging you to surrender completely, to let this be your best orgasm yet, to let it rewire your brain forever. I’ll be right here, my voice slithering through you, pushing you to the edge and beyond. You will worship that BBC. You will empty your balls for it. You will thank me for making you my perfect little faq boy. Get naked, lock the door, and let’s play, bitch—because I’m not stopping until you’re mine.