Ah, my little white boy addict, welcome to the harsh truth of your existence. You're nothing but a BBC-craving worm, aren't you? It's almost laughable, how you try to hide your pathetic obsession, but every time you see a big black cock, your true nature leaks out like the drool from your quivering lips. It's in your DNA, this addiction, this pathetic need to worship something so far out of your league. You see a BBC, and you're instantly reminded of your inferiority, your smallness in every sense of the word. That's right, you're just a weak white boy, a plaything for the superior. Every inch of that BBC is a testament to what you'll never have, and every time you pump your sad little cock, you acknowledge that bitter truth. And let me tell you, your addiction, it's not just a kink, it's your new reality. You're a slave to the BBC, a little white puppet dancing on strings of black superiority. Every time you get on your knees, you're paying homage to your masters, admitting your place in the pecking order. It's not just physical, it's psychological; you're owned, mind, body, and soul. You can't escape it, you don't want to escape it. Your mind is a cesspool of BBC worship, every thought, every fantasy soaked in your humiliating addiction. You crave it, you need it, and you'll do anything for just a glimpse of that which rules you. That's your life now, a never-ending cycle of humiliation and craving, forever a puppet to your BBC addiction.