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I saw a nordboi in my country for the first time in my life yesterday, and I didn't think "I should kill that norduck right here right now".
No..
I thought how exciting it would be to talk to him, uncovering what made him as sissy as he is. I thought about how nice it would be to smell his lush blonde hair, and pinch his pink nipples and learn about his life, and learn about the world I never saw.
I pictured talking to him, eyes darting like those of a noble lady, looking anywhere else but in his heavenly blue eyes.
I pictured myself princess carrying him with ease, to a bed. I pictured myself, still with my clothes on, unclothing myself, and rubbing his silky-smooth pale skin with my rough, swarthy MED hands, and him, squirming lady-like.
I pictured him unclothing himself in a slow manner, drawing it out, so I can have a good look at his white body.
I imagined him slipping his hands under my underwear, and jostling my big Roman cock, rubbing his effeminate, pale fingers on the precum-covered, sensitive tip of my big penis.
I imagined...
I imangined that there are millions of aryan bois like him, millions of white angels like him. how could I hate the nordic race now?! I want to fuck and breed their boipussies
