Your name is chad and you are my neighbor. I c*ll you bl*ck chad because there are so many Chads in the neighborhood.

We haven't spoken much but I watch you a lot, I think your situation is curious.

You have a girlfriend who lives with you and it's clearly evident you work a LOT and she shops a LOT. I see you head out to work every morning, tired, bland and blah. Every day her shopping haul she drags up the walkway gets bigger and more expensive. Now you're going in on Saturdays AND Sundays.

I watch her head out for her usual spa trip, and you are outside checking the mail. I ask you if you want to come over and b*rn one. I don't expect you to say yes, but you do, very enthusiastically.

You're a good looking bl*ck man, clearly work out, have sexy hands and an attractive face. Your girlfriend is one of those types you see walking around the gym with airbrushed on, heavy makeup, bad plastic surgery and weighs maybe 80 lbs soaking wet. She never breaks a sweat, because she never works out. She just walks around making sure everyone sees her and knows she thinks she's better than them.

Meanwhile, I'm next to you on the squat rack pushing your weight.

You come into my bedroom and I load up the trees. You start to joke about how mad your girlfriend would be if she knew you were here. She doesn't like me at all, you're constantly getting an ear full about me and how I'm racist trash. I laugh facetiously, then you notice it.

I'm wearing a confederate bikini top.

I innocently ask you how you met her and you tell me since the first time you wrapped your hand around your bl*ck c*ck, you always wanted a white trophy girlfriend, but aren't st*pid enough to marry her because you know she would leave you penniless and destitute.

I ask you what she does for you and you ask me what I mean.

"you work constantly, make good money, she spends it all and doesn't seem like very good company. She must love *nal and suck a mean c*ck."

Your expression drops as you explain she doesn't do either of those things. It's a Give/Take relationship with you giving and her taking, but you get nothing in return. I tell you that's not white supremacy or domination, that's financial domination and you being a fool.

Then I let the slip. I see your d*ck get hard. This is too easy. I drop it over and over and over.

Explaining how a bl*ck d*ck like yours should be fully utilized, and how you're built for s*xual servitude, you become mine. Your c*ck throbs for real race play. Every time I say the with the hard R, you forget her name and her michael jackson face.

You want it, you need it, you love it.

My curves mesmerize you. I show you how thick my cameltoe is and tease you with my big 41 inch *ss and tiny 24 inch waist. Stroke it, stroke that bl*ck d*ck, I'll count you down.

Hurry up before Wacko Jacko comes home and catches you here. Don't worry, this will be our REGULAR l*ttle secret. Welcome to real race play.

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