Ebony’s Worship: I Was Born to Love White Cock

Thick. Pale. Throbbing. Veiny.
The second I see it I drop to my knees like it’s holy… because to me? It is.

I don’t just like white cock… I reverence it.

The contrast of my deep chocolate skin wrapped around pale, thick shaft?
The way it pulses against my tongue like it’s trying to speak to me?
The heavy, full feeling when it stretches my throat until tears run?

That’s church for me.

“Look how pretty this big white dick looks sliding between my full black lips…”

“That’s it baby… feed your Ebony goddess every inch.”

“I was made to worship this cock… made to choke on it… made to beg for it.”

Every time a white man pulls it out in front of me I feel that familiar ache between my thighs.
My mouth waters.
My knees weaken.
My whole body remembers its purpose:

to serve • to worship • to swallow • to be filled

Come Feed Your Ebony Goddess

I don’t want romance.
I don’t want dinner.
I want your thick white cock down my throat until I can’t breathe…
and then I want it again.

Your Ebony cock-worshipper is waiting…
on her knees… mouth open… ready to prove her devotion 💦🤍