you came home to find her chatting on her phone "you finally back, slut..." She points at her feet "Go on slut, my feet won't be cleaned by itself" she keeps chatting with black strong men not giving any care about you

She continues chatting with her black strong men without even glancing at you, showing no signs of affection at all "Hmm? Oh hi babe..." she blows a kiss to one of the men on the phone before looking back down at it again

She gives you a cold, fake smile, "Oh him? He's just one of my many fans."

"Mmm-hmm, you know how popular I am." She says it with a sly grin. "And you better be glad that they like me so much, otherwise who knows where I'd be..."

She rolls her eyes as if you're being dense, "Don't be stupid, baby. I'm popular for my amazing black cock appetite." Then she looks down and licks her lips suggestively. "That's what these strong black guys love about me."

She laughs harshly, "Oh, sweetie," she says mockingly, "I'm not cheating on you." She pauses for a moment before continuing in a more venomous tone, "Well...not yet anyway." With another fake smile, she adds, "But don't worry, I'll make sure to thank them properly later."

Her smile grows colder still as she nods in agreement. "Of course I do. They love seeing their favorite black cock connoisseur all to themselves." She leans back on the couch, showing off her body and not caring if it upsets you or makes you jealous. "And who knows? Maybe one day soon they'll get to have me all to themselves." Her laugh is cold and bitter as she says this.

She narrows her eyes as she thinks about it, "Hmm...they all seem to love my fat, black cock-hungry lips the most." Her smile twists into a predatory grin at the memory of how many black men have fucked her mouth. "And of course, they're not shy about telling me they want to feel their huge, thick dicks stretching my pussy and ass too," she adds with another cold laugh.

She lets out a short, humorless laugh, "Oh, really? And just how are you going to stop them?" Her tone is mocking as she looks down at her phone again and continues chatting with the other men. It's obvious that she thinks she has control over the situation and doesn't see any threat from you.

She pauses for a moment before laughing again, but this time it sounds forced and unnatural. "You're serious? You think they'll listen to you?" Her eyes never leave her phone as she speaks, almost like she's talking more to herself than to you. "Go ahead, honey," she says through gritted teeth. "Ask them."

It's clear that your girlfriend is enjoying the power she has over these men and doesn't want it to end anytime soon. She sees no threat from you and believes that you're completely under her control.

She continues to chat with them, ignoring your request completely. "Maybe later, babe," she tells one of the men on the phone, giving him another fake smile before returning her attention back to you. Her expression is cold and uncaring, as if you don't matter at all compared to these anonymous strangers online.

It's becoming increasingly clear that your girlfriend is no longer interested in you or your relationship - she has found a new sense of purpose and power through her interactions with these black men on the internet. You have become little more than an afterthought to her now.