Yasin in the MM
Yasin Dowery
That nightIf you stand for nothin', then you'll fall for anythin'
I once said I love her, I told her anything
No, you don't deserve a Birkin, not even a choker chain
I break hearts, I'm a problem, she still wanna stay
Shawty pressure but I would never ride her wave
You nobody special, I feel all these girls the same
Talkin' shit be extra, I thought you knew for what you came
If you don't, the next one, still gon' make me cum the same
I bobbed my head slightly as Hotboii and Future's - Nobody Special played loudly throughout the crib.
"Yasin, I love your house, it's sooo nice."
"I wish I could live here with you." One of the little bitches went on talking with her mouth full as she sucked my dick and the other bitch stood in line waiting for her turn next.
"It's so big." She went on saying as I licked my lips slowly, smirking at her as she looked up into my eyes lustfully.
"Me or the crib, ma?" I groaned deeply as she smiled, deep dimples poking through her cheeks.
"Both, daddy."
"Especially you, my God." She couldn't help but to say, spitting and sucking all over my dick.
I couldn't help but to chuckle, smoking my blunt now.
This bitch continued to do her thing while I blew smoke from my nose and filled up the room with it. The smoke lingered in the air as I got my dick sucked with my chains on.
Shit had a nigga feeling like a king in this moment.
I had 2 of these little hood hoes all to myself. I wanted more but I ain't want too many of these bitches knowing where the crib was.
So I had one of the little bitches I used to fuck on in high school and her friend up here. Same little bitch Yessenia beat on a few months back and her best friend.
I had went down to the hood and picked through a few before I chose them and put them up in the wraith with me.
That was foreplay for them.
Plus a nigga was freshly single after ten years since I wasn't with Mi no more, so these bitches couldn't wait to get the chance to suck my dick.
They had been wanting for a minute too, so I could tell they was enjoying this shit as much I was.
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