I remember the first time I saw her with him. The bathroom tiles glistened under the harsh fluorescent lights, and there she was, my wife, Helene, standing naked and vulnerable. Her light brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the birthmark on her chest seemed to pulse with a life of its own. I was a mere spectator, a cuckold, watching as the superior black cock claimed what was mine.
The Moment of Submission
And there it was, the moment of truth. The big black cock, a symbol of supremacy, stood proud and ready. Helene’s eyes were wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. She was his whore, his BBC whore, and she knew it. The text



I would love to be Helen's white husband, watching her fucking black men bareback knowing one of them will be getting her pregnant and I will raise the baby as my own.