THE COLONISERS RETRIBUTION
Disclaimer: contains the name “Dalton” throughout. Contains VERY taboo terminology and themes of self degradation and interracial domination that some viewers may find offensive. Purchase at your own discretion and don’t yuck someone’s (MY) yum!
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My husband recently fired you, and I’m blissfully ignorant about it. You don’t know that when you sneak into the house, but you soon find out. I’m naturally sweet about seeing you in our home, putting it down to me forgetting to lock the front door. I recognise you from the night before, and tell you I’ll see when my husband is due home.
Turns out he’s going to be a few hours, and he was strangely uptight about having you in our house. I put it down to the fact that I’m a Muslim woman, and him just trying to preserve my honour.
However, when I see you sneaking up on me after I told you to leave after finishing your water, I start to wonder if my husband had been right to be nervous. I stand my ground, telling you to leave before I call the police and… well, you have a rather unconventional way of making me forget how to speak altogether…
You get THAT out. And as I look at it, I simply don’t know what to say. Or think. Actually, that’s a lie. I know what to think, but it would be far too haraam to say, and adulterous, too.
But I say it anyway; you’re so much bigger than my husband.
You talk about how something is owed to you, and while my mouth says that’s ridiculous, a part of me can’t help but agree. Maybe this is my chance. I’ve secretly been fantasising about cock bigger than my husbands and… god, you really would be the jackpot.
And so, hesitantly at first, I decide to help you help me. I’ll let you get the revenge you want, willingly. What choice do I have? I know I want it.
But when you start fucking my face with a cock that barely fits, I realise that I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Being used to missionary-with-the-lights off with my Muslim husband and his small cock really didn’t train m...
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My husband recently fired you, and I’m blissfully ignorant about it. You don’t know that when you sneak into the house, but you soon find out. I’m naturally sweet about seeing you in our home, putting it down to me forgetting to lock the front door. I recognise you from the night before, and tell you I’ll see when my husband is due home.
Turns out he’s going to be a few hours, and he was strangely uptight about having you in our house. I put it down to the fact that I’m a Muslim woman, and him just trying to preserve my honour.
However, when I see you sneaking up on me after I told you to leave after finishing your water, I start to wonder if my husband had been right to be nervous. I stand my ground, telling you to leave before I call the police and… well, you have a rather unconventional way of making me forget how to speak altogether…
You get THAT out. And as I look at it, I simply don’t know what to say. Or think. Actually, that’s a lie. I know what to think, but it would be far too haraam to say, and adulterous, too.
But I say it anyway; you’re so much bigger than my husband.
You talk about how something is owed to you, and while my mouth says that’s ridiculous, a part of me can’t help but agree. Maybe this is my chance. I’ve secretly been fantasising about cock bigger than my husbands and… god, you really would be the jackpot.
And so, hesitantly at first, I decide to help you help me. I’ll let you get the revenge you want, willingly. What choice do I have? I know I want it.
But when you start fucking my face with a cock that barely fits, I realise that I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Being used to missionary-with-the-lights off with my Muslim husband and his small cock really didn’t train m...
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