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𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝘆
quinn is an ass man !

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝘆quinn is an ass man !

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FROM 'MY HANDSOME PRETTY BOY'

today at 12:32 PM

my handsome pretty boy
babe
do u know where the razors are?
i cant find them

my beautiful sexy girl
oh
idk baby
why do u need them

my handsome pretty boy
uh
to shave?

my beautiful sexy girl
why would u do that?

my handsome pretty boy
its itchy

my beautiful sexy girl
no its not
its perfect

my handsome pretty boy
did u hide the razors

my beautiful sexy girl
no i didnt
why would u say that

my handsome pretty boy
cause i know u hate when i shave

my beautiful sexy girl
well
i do hate it
but i didnt hide ur razors🤷
look i'll buy some when im on my way back home

my handsome pretty boy
fine
i guess i'll wait

my beautiful sexy girl
u better
i'll be home in a couple hours

my handsome pretty boy
okay
i love u baby

my beautiful sexy girl
i love u💗💗

━ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

the first thing devon did once she got home was take her shoes off and look for her boyfriend.

he didn't have practice today, weirdly, and on days he didn't, he took this housewive role that devon loved to make fun of him for.

as she walked into the living room she saw it bare from it's usual sweatshirts or dishes and found her boyfriend happily reading a book on the couch.

she just walked closer to him and plopped down on top of him, straddling his hips and sighing in content once she felt his arms immediately wrap around her waist as she hid her face on his neck.

"hey baby, how was work?" he asked as he set aside his book and leaned back on the couch, his hands taking its usual place under her thighs to hoist her closer to him.

"it was good, just extra tiring" she mumbled, quite literally about to fall asleep right there.

"did you buy my razors?" he whispered as he ran his hand through her hair gently, occasionally kissing the side of her head softly.

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