You MAGA Pigs
I know what you want you scum, you want to take fertile women's bodies like mine, all plump and pale except for our tattooes, you watch some of us as we work in your shopping malls and your skyscrapers, guarding our whiteness for your own supremacy, our luminous skin that you covet for your patriarchal empire of white power and capitalistic fascism.
Then once we're trapped, you want to seduce us, lure us in with consumer pleasures and fine wines, tempting us until we're dizzy and overcome, and then pin us down on beds of golden silks and ravish us, filling us with your psychopathic billionaire seed, forcing us to orgasm over and over, relfexively sucking up your seed with deep slurps of our tender wombs, as you take total control of our bodies and souls with your filthy capitalistic power.
Even if we fight back crying and screaming no, no, you're taking too much, you'll just bring your thin ungodly supermodel wives in, to pin our tattooed wrists down on the satin sheets, their manicured nails digging deep into our tender flesh, scratching our nipples and stroking our faces, then over and over you'll pump us with your cum until our bellies swell big and we're reduced to mere human cows, eating and eating to feed the white males you sired in us, finally mooing in labor, as every night you finger our tight clean asses to check how close the baby is.
Once we deliver the firstborn son to you, it will be back into the bed, this time now to be filled with multiple thrusting phallusses, the ramrods of your violent huntsmen sons, your jet-eyed wizard sons-in-law, and all the world's dignitaries, pumping us full of pure white powered rage, our poor minds a whir of being taken over and over in your dungeons of luxury and lust.
When I think about the horror, it makes me so short of breath I have to go take a rapid covid test.