Special Delivery: Z Talks

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The next few weeks I was kissing Kay's ass, I needed her to not ever do no shit like that again. Anything she needed I got, whatever she wanted I did it, no hesitation. She had been having a few contractions but it was too early for her to go into labor. The doctor wanted her to try to hold off another week at least to get her to 34 weeks. "Zackkkkkk!!!" Kay screamed. I jumped out the bed and ran to the kitchen. Kay was standing in a puddle holding her stomach. It was time to do this! I was in a panic though but I had it under control.

The next morning Kay gave birth to 2 tiny little baby girls Madison and Mackenzie, they were beautiful just like her. They favored my son too! I needed to get the right person to get custody of my son. Kesha was starting to do too much on social media talking bout I'm a dead beat and all kinds of BS. Meanwhile I'm the reason she had a decent crib, whip and able to keep my son straight. I'm tired of this shit! I knew she wanted me back and she'd do anything to have me so I'll play this game to let her think I'm leaving Kay so I can't get my jit.

I flew out to the A, I didn't want to leave Kay with the babies but this wouldn't take long. Kay handled things her way anyway, the nannies took care of the babies while she worked out to get her body back for her films. I hit Kesha up told her I needed to crash at her place while in town, of course she did. I kicked it over there for a bit but I had my lawyer working on things to get my case going through fast. Kesha all over a nigga trying to fuck but I wasn't trying to do all that. "Oh you can't fuck me?" She said, rolling her eyes. "Nah I'm only here for one thing and that's my jit!" I told her. That ain't what she wanted to hear, she started pulling on my belt and jeans. I'm laughing and telling her go head on. She knew I was a sucker for her mouthpiece so she had to give me that and she did, slurped my whole shit up in one gulp. She sucked me up til I bust all in her shit. I zipped my jeans back up, went and grabbed my son and cleared it. That would be the last time she tasted my shit or seen our son.

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