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Wakey wakey, straight white boy—look at you, all tied down tight to my breeding bench, staring up at your ebony Goddess like the weak prey you are. Remember hitting on me at the bar earlier? That cocky flirtation? Pathetic. Breaking arrogant little snowbunnies like you is my absolute favorite rush—watching that straight pride shatter into whimpering submission.