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The Heights
Rolling onto my back I stared at the renaissance painting on my bedrooms ceiling that I got a couple years back.
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I loved this piece, it played a major part in my room being my safe space.
Yara and Krish were the only two women that I've brought inside my actual room.
All the other hoes I've smashed here in my home have all been smashed in one of my guest rooms.
I got around a lot so I wouldn't lie and say that I didn't bring a lot of women home because before I became a man I was a child running wild.
Looking back up I imagined the sex faces she made while her breast bounced. She made me feel so good whether she believed it or not.
Finally deciding to get out of bed I walked into my master bathroom and began washing my face with the cocoa butter soap Krish often bought for me.
After finishing up I grabbed my toothbrush and began working on my oral hygiene.
One thing about me, I've always been an extremely clean individual. I shower about three to four times a day and I brush my teeth after anything touches my mouth.
Stepping into the shower my phone rang. Rolling my eyes I picked it up after just placing it into my phone holder.
"Hello." I answered sounding agitated
"Woah there slow your roll." Yara chuckled.
"What's good mama?" I asked smiling.
"I'm okay, but I am outside and I don't see Roman's car." She said calling him by his government name.
"Use the keypad mama, password is nineteen fifty five." I told her.
