You know who you are.
Let's pretend I'm your psychologist, and we can walk through this little issue together. Go ahead. Pull down your trousers. Yes, your underwear too. Now, walk over to the couch and lie down. Unbutton that crisp, cotton Oxford and open it so I can see your pudgy little belly.
You're going to thank me later. Don't go home with stains that you're aghast to explain. Put your handsome, little head on that pillow and look at me. No touching. At least, not yet.
Let's talk about your pretty, white wife.
Let's talk about your wife fucking hordes of black men. Yes, I know all about it. Everyone does. It's too late to panic, so just settle down. Ease yourself back on the cushions.
There's just something about watching a big, black cock creaming inside your wife's unprotected pussy, isn't there, baby? I'm guessing she has the same sentiment. I mean, it's so obvious when he blows that jizz in her cunt, all that sticky white paste clinging to his massive, black shaft... such a stark contrast in color and so easy to quantify his load.
What a difference that is from your pathetic, little penis. She has to ask if you've even had an orgasm. And now, sadly, you realize that you've never made her climax because you've watched how she comes when they fuck her.
REAL MEN... drilling the shit out of your wife's fragile pussy. Black men pummeling her peach.
I know you couldn't help but ask yourself as you were watching your wife get filled to the brim, "Am I witnessing my spouse conceiving?" It's funny how that thought made your dick get so hard, but it was too late to do anything about it. Now, she's all ballooned up and ready to pop. Her pendulous pale titties keep dripping their colostrum and you're oozing in anticipation.
You know who you are. I can see your prick growing all the way from over here, pitifully white and insignificant.