Today I will make you see it clear as day: a black dick, thick as your wrist, veined like a fucking roadmap, heavy with power, swinging like a weapon your wife’s never dreamed of. I’ll shove every detail in your face—the girth that’d split her open, the pulsing heat that’d make her sweat, the fat, glistening head that’d have her drooling like a bitch in heat. I’ll laugh at you, you tiny-dicked cuck, while I compare it to your wife’s white cunt—a saggy, overstretched joke that can’t even pretend to compete. You’ll hear me sneer as I tell you how she’d stare at it, her eyes wide, her breath short, knowing you’ve never given her anything close. Today I will bury you in the nasty reality of her betrayal. I’ll describe how your wife’s pussy would weep for it, soaking itself stupid, quivering like it’s never done for you. I’ll taunt you with her screams—loud, desperate, begging for that black god to ruin her, stretch her, fill her up in ways your sad little prick could only dream of.