A noite passada

Do you really want to know where I come from? Why is my hair wet? Why are my panties dirty of my juices? Do you really want to know? Your jealousy has finally gone too far, but if you want me to tell you who I was with, I'll tell you, let's see if you're happy now! I come from fucking someone better than you, who is a better boyfriend, protector, provider and lover than you, I came from fucking my lover, a black man with a huge cock, something that you can never be, those extra inches that you don't have. What are you complaining about? Use your tears to stroke your small dick when you can no longer touch me, because this was caused by you, you are so pathetic, incompetent, stupid and clumsy, you are a loser, and long ago you were sobbing out for some big horns on your forehead, I just pleased you, thank me!