"On god this is so fire" I say, looking in the mirror. Looking back at me was a sexy pimp ready for all the bitches.
After dropping absolute banger after banger, I needed to give my fingers a rest from the piano and focus them more on myself. My music wasn't the only thing emitting straight heat. My hair was practically tickling clits left and right.
My foreskin had never been trimmed, which was actually the method to my madness believe it or not. I held all my thoughts in there, it's actually your second membrane, your sixth sense.
Anyways, I have hoes to get back to,
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ludwig van beethoven gets a perm
Historical FictionInitially, Beethoven was head over heels for his new perm. So many bitches, so little time. Over the course of a day however, what was once his pride and joy takes a dark turn.
