If you’ve been paying attention to my sordid work over the past few years, you’ll know I am a fully-fledged whore of the BNWO and adore the sleek kiss of BBC sliding into my pink fuck wallet or bowels and ruining them beyond all recognition. While I have a deep obsession with straight interracial porn, it’s a crying shame that it gets the Gooner’s share of attention over that of interracial straight porn.
If you want to see some outrageously large BBC being stuffed into willing asses and turning them into something that looks like a window of an airport in a war-torn nation, then the IR side of gay porn will have you covered. Particualry if you focus on gay porn studs like Cutler X, who isn’t shy about wrecking holes, breeding them, and making bottoms squeal!
Naturally, I found it quite disheartening to know even a corruptive little whore like me couldn’t persuade a man like Cutler X to invade my slit or bowels with his tremendously aesthetic fuck rod. However, Mr Hankeys might have just come in to save the day with the Cutler X Dildo. Yep, it’s time for another sordid Mr. Hankey’s dildo review, my darlings!
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The Cutler X Dildo From Mr Hankey’s
Some toys are just toys, others feel like fuckin’ porn-inspired monuments. The Cutler X from Mr. Hankey’s? It’s definitely one of the latter. This BBC dildo is hefty, hyper-realistic, and clearly crafted to ruin every dainty preconception you ever had about where your limits begin and end.
I’d had my eye on this sordid interracial fuck rod for months. Not just for its notorious size, but for what it represents: raw, unapologetic BBC power that is ideal for snowbunnies like me.
The Cutler comes in one hole-wreckin’ size and stands at a formidable total Length of 13.25 inches (or 33.7 cm), and you can stuff an Insertable length of 11+ inches (or 28 cm) into your BBC-hungry holes. I opted for the 75% soft variant, which I found perfect for anal, oral, and vaginal play.
The Outfit: Queen of Spades Mode Engaged
Now, this isn’t a dildo for casual play but rather an interracial ceremony and, naturally, your favorite IR whore dressed accordingly!
I wore what I always wear when I’m going to worship something that deserves my snowbunny reverence: my virgin white lingerie set, sheer, high-cut white G-string, a lace bra I can barely contain myself in, a suspender belt tight across my waist, and of course, my clear 8-inch Pleasers topped off with a QoS anklet bracelet.
No marks. No black. Just pure, pornographic white. Queen of Spades gear. Not because I had a man watching, but because I need the mindset. After all, I wasn’t just testing any old dildo tonight; I was offering myself up to the Black New World Order.
The Cutler X Cock: A God Among Dicks
Unboxing the Cutler X felt like summoning something. The weight hit first, pound after pound of platinum-cured silicone. Yeah, this isn’t something you toss on the bed. It lands in your Goon Cave like a perverse declaration.
The girth? Obscene. Veined, pulsing with detail, crowned with a thick, perfectly mushroomed head that looked sculpted for ruin. And the balls lay heavy, proud, swinging low, and they really made it feel alive.
I ran my hands over it like it was a kind of porn relic. This felt like a BNWO idol, and I was going to fuck myself silly on it.
Lubed and Ready: Entering the BNWO Hypno Spiral
No field test of a Mr Hankey’s dildo is complete without some pure grade fuel, and tonight’s fuel came in three parts:
- A full bottle of Mr. Hankey’s sperm-coloured lube. Yeah, that pearlescent filth, sticky and theatrical, thick enough to remind you exactly what you’re fantasizing about, which is hardcore interracial breeding that you’ll feel leaking out of your fuck pit for days afterwards.
- A 45-minute BNWO hypno goon video that I found on HypnoTube, full volume, on a 70-inch screen. Looping mantras synced with house music. Deep voices. Text that pulsed with humiliating suggestions like “white girls don’t deserve anything, but BBC” and “breedable holes get filled”.
I sat back on my knees, lubed up the entire shaft, watching it shine like a sacrament. It looked like it had just been pulled from a cum-drenched orgy; perfect. And then? I pressed play.
The Struggle: My High Mileage Snowbunny Slit vs Cutler X
I started slow. The head of the Cutler X dildo glistened under the light as I teased it against my silky pink folds. My audacious cunt was already drooling, partly from anticipation, a blend of hypnosis, part pure Pavlovian worship of that thick, black love length.
I lowered myself inch by inch, already panting, already moaning, even though I’d barely taken the bull’s head of this gigantic BBC.
“Good white girl,” the BNWO hypno said, “Take it deeper into your breeding pit.”
I whimpered. Not because I was in pain, but because I was a desperate BBC-hungry whore.
Fuck, every inch was a tug of war between pleasure and pain. The bull head of the cock made me grunt. The flare of the shaft stretched me until I was shaking. Each vein pushed into my silky pink walls beautifully. My pussy fought it. Not because it didn’t want it. Because it knew this was gonna be no quick session.
The Interracial Breaking
Mr Hankey’s sperm lube helped. More than I expected. It coated me inside and out, made everything obscene and slippery and visceral. My thighs were soaked. My fingers dug into the couch. My reflection in the black TV screen showed me a white girl becoming something else.
I forced it deeper and rocked my cunt down onto it as I breathed frantically and moaned gutturally. I wasn’t even halfway in and already trembling.
“BBC is in control,” the hypno whispered, ‘’You will break yourself for powerful apha black men, you whore.’’
And I believed it, so I pushed harder.
The final inches felt like a punishment and a reward. My pussy clenched, spasmed, tried to spit it out, but my perverse determination prevailed, and I held it in. I bore down and took it. And then it happened.
My clit kissed the ribbed texture of the hyperealistic balls that acted as a sturdy base for the Cutler X dildo.
”I could hear the frustrated gurgling of female ejaculate trying to escape my cunt, but it was trapped inside by the sheer girth of the Cutler X.”
That soft pressure, the final contact, the “my white girl pussy has taken it all” moment. My body fuckin’ exploded with a sense of sheer sexual achievement.
I rode the Cutler X dildo like I’d been possessed. Slamming down. Groaning. Gooning like a black cock addicted street whore who’d lost her mind in a sexual frenzy.
The BNWO hypno track pulsing in my ears:
“Once you take the full length, you’re Black-owned.”
“You’re bred now.”
“This is what you were made for.”
I screamed manically through the first orgasm, collapsed forward, then slowly ground my hips into this BBC behemoth until I came again. I could hear the frustrated gurgling of female ejaculate trying to escape my cunt, but it was trapped inside by the sheer girth of the Cutler X.
With whatever energy I had left, I pulled up and slammed back down, over and over, until the walls of my cunt were numb with satisfaction and I hit a climax that had me retreating into a fetal position and wondering what my own name was.
Aftershock: A Gaped Out Mess of a Snowbunny
When I finally peeled myself off the Cutler X dildo, I could hear the suction sound as my pussy released it and sent a pverbial water balloon of my squirt out with it. The noise was sordid, slow, loud, and soaking wet. It sounded like a married cock pulling out of a well-used hole in a creampie gangbang party.
My overworked cunt lips were swollen, gaping, red, and twitching. My thighs were rattling.
The Cutler X was coated in sperm lube and girl-juice, glistening like a trophy from a sexual battle that it had well and truly won.
I looked wrecked, destroyed, but I equally looked perfect. After all, I was once again transformed into a true Queen of Spades.
What started as a dildo review quickly degraded into a solo humiliation scene and an offering to the idea of total, erotic submission to the BNWO. The feel of the toy deep in my tummy, the scent of the lube clinging to my thighs, the echoes of the BBC hypno porn mantras still playing in my brain like background code.
Even wiping it down felt reverent. I used warm cloths, wiped every inch, gently kissed the head, and told it I’d see it soon.
Then I sat back, a towel under me, pussy still open, sipping water with a smirk that said:
“I fuckin’ did it.”
I would refrain from saying that the Cutler X was conquered, but would instead say that my cunt welcomed it. My pussy knows it now, and it will expect nothing less from here on out.
My Final Word on Mr. Hankey’s Big Black Cock Masterpiece
The Cutler X is like a work of pornographic realism, carved with such brutal precision it could almost pass for the real thing on camera. I adore how it straddles the line between fantasy and fetish with utter confidence, making it perfect not only for horned-up white whores chasing BBC dreams, but for anyone, whatever your sexual orientation, who wants to explore the depths of interracial size worship.
Compared to the more monstrous toys in Mr. Hankey’s stable, many of which I’ve also reviewed in sordid detail, Cutler X is surprisingly doable for determined newcomers, if you respect the process. Like, don’t just try to stuff it all in straight away unless you want your ego bruised. Work up to it, let the weight guide you, and when your body finally takes it all, you’ll feel reborn.
I also wanna give special praise to Mr. Hankey’s sperm-coloured lube. Fuck, not only does it perform flawlessly with heavy toys, but it completes the interracial breeding ritual fantasy in the most obscene and satisfying ways possible. Loved it!
