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Apr 2020
Sitting on the couch writing in my notes. If I was your man by Joe playing and I’m wishing you were here. Every night you neglecting me saying you working late. I just need to pop up there I keep telling myself. But I don’t wanna seem desperate a ***** who can’t trust her man. I don’t wanna look like a fool in front of all his friends especially 🥰Tyrone. Mmmm that **** Tyrone is going to get me caught. Last weekend at his show I was so fixated on his body. Flashes of how he would grab my neck and **** my soul. Oh and his **** ‼️ Uhhhmm that ***** had a huge ****. I swore I should have been pregnant at least twice by now. But let me get my mind together and get to work. As I’m hopping into the shower guess who walks through the door. 🙄 I guess all that Tyrone thinking got me ***** I thought to myself as I felt my wetness down my leg. Benny ain’t good for **** else but he know how to satisfy my cookie 🍪. Soon as he gets to the room I’m laying naked legs wide open and he wastes no time kissing my sweetness. I know imma *** fast , I start moaning and grabbing his head as he vibrates faster on my ****. I hear him say he gonna *** as he stroking his **** and my body unleashes this sweet moan and he jumps out and unloads all on my face.”**** baby” is all I hear before we slept the night away in each others arms.
Letitia Adair
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Letitia Adair  27/F/Charlotte NC
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