Juelz Ventura

The number of Caucasian guys mentally twisted who seek my assistance is remarkable. A recent client reached out to me due to his spouse's addiction to well-endowed African American gentlemen, leaving his deficient Caucasian manhood devoid of any attention. I was taken aback by the diminutiveness of his below-average genitalia but managed to stifle a laugh.

After persuading him to wear a men's chastity device, the next step in assisting him was pretty unconventional. I arranged for him to witness firsthand what his partner was into, hoping it would salvage their relationship. I brought in a fellow named Jason who was generously endowed.

I knelt down and expertly handled him with my mouth, pushing boundaries to please my visitor. The ultimate challenge remained in showcasing how powerless a small white prize was compared to a buoyant black one. Jason proceeded to vigorously penetrate me, and our voices were nearly muffled amidst the frenzy.

A crucial step in our session involved the patient coming to terms with only melanated assets being potent for white ladies. To substantiate that, I instructed him to cleanse the residue of Jason's targeting from my rear. Did I contribute positively to his case? It mattered little to me, for as long as I partook of those ebony endeavors.

To top it off, he covered the expenses for the entire hour as I indulged in a transformative experience.