I know your type. Predictable and simple. A copy and past of each other. No personality. No common sense. Just cognitive dissonance and denial. you conservative types are all the same. Up tight and rigid. But at night…when most of the world dreams, when it’s quiet and dark, here you are, before Me. On your knees, absolutely erect, pleading for a crumb of attention. An alternative, mixed Black, Goddess. Offline you seem to have a boring and vanilla life. At night you need kink. you crave it. you know nobody makes you FEEL like Ebony Dommes do. you think it’s just a phase, a kept secret. But no, this is your reality. you know what’s funny? you hurl the word “cuck” around like an insult but the truth is YOURE THE CUCK. Let’s break it down. Here you are, stroking fervently and paying a hot and arrogant Black Goddess on here. you wanna fuck Her so bad. you wanna at least taste Her sweet juices and nectar. you’re going savage for Her. And She wouldn’t touch you with a 10ft pole. you’re a cuck to someone you don’t even KNOW! Now THATS pathetic. That’s embarrassing. And you know it. But you can’t help it. Night after night you return to My cruel words and sexy curves. My plump lips speak truths you hate to hear. you almost hate Me but you know it’s your own delusions. you crave Me. you need Me. you’re so fucking obsessed, conservative cuck.