𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 (𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩)
𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐢𝐭 (𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩)
𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝
𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 (𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩)
𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐢𝐭 (𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩)
𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧' 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞━━━━━━━━━▲━━━━━━━━━
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊
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"You might as well let me keep this durag." Tee said while looking at herself in the camera on her phone."Hell nah, you can't have that one."
She smacked her lips before locking her phone, "Why?"
"You know how hard it is to find a purple drag?"
"No, but you'll be able to find another one if you really try."
I smacked my lips before looking over and seeing her staring at me with pleading eyes.
She did look a lil cute in it.
After the ice cream parlor we came back to my place and chilled.
I mean after we fucked we chilled.
Then I talked her in to staying here since it was mad late and I didn't think she'd do it but she did.
So now here she the morning after is in one of my white wife beaters and Ethika boxers with my purple durag on since she was so tight about messing her hair up.
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