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𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐧
𝐖𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞'𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞'𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐮-𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐍, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊
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"Pop w-wait my phone's ringing" Tee moaned out as I watched her turn her head to the side.
"Let it ring." I shortly said while I kept stroking her.
"It's probably the food let me... FUCK... let me answer it." she pleaded while looking back at me.
I smirked while pulling her hips closer to me making me go deeper, "Answer it, but I ain't stopping." I said while holding myself in her.
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CAUTION | Pop Smoke
Fanfiction𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 cau·tion | \ ˈkȯ-shən \ 1. alertness and prudence in a hazardous situation; care; wariness: 2. a warning against danger or evil; anything serving as a warning: 𝐓𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 �...
