GO BROKE 4 MY SPIT LOSER PART 1

Description: You begged for my spit, so i gave it to you — right in your worthless face.every drop from my perfect lips lands on your ugly mug like a blessing you don’t deserve.look at you, grinning like a fool, desperate for more of my dirty saliva like a trained mutt.my dark, powerful skin glows as i tower over you, spitting again — harder — just because i feel like it.you flinch, but you don’t wipe it. you know better. this is your purpose now.my spit coats your face, dripping down your chin, and you swallow every drop that falls into your mouth.you’re nothing but a spit receptacle, a living ashtray for my divine drool.each time i lean forward and let it fall, you tremble — not from fear, but from twisted pleasure.you live for this humiliation, don’t you? to be marked by my mouth, claimed by my tongue.my ebony goddess energy owns you completely — body, soul, and spit-drenched ego.you’d go broke just to taste my spit again, and we both know it.so tell me, loser… ready for another downpour?