👆👆👆👆👆 Jermaine's song was a yes.⤴⤴⤴⤴⤴⤴⤴
HAHA. Did y'all think it was gonna be an actual romance song? Haha. We ain't trynna be sweet, we trynna be ghetto.
"Is that it?" Whitney asked.
"Yeah, it came from heart. Just for you." Jermaine said. Michael was cringing really hard.
"Tiffany, I just want you know th-"
"I'm Whitney."
"Oh, sorry...um.. Whitney, I wanna be your man again. I wanna be witchu."
"I-I don't know what to say."
"Just say yes."
"Well, I mean that song is very sweet. No boy has ever done that for me." Her eyes got glossy. The waterworks are coming.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes."
They went in for a hug. Whitney crying, Jermaine happy as shit, and Michael confused as fuh.
They walked inside the house. Jermaine and Whitney went in the bedroom and started kissing.
"I missed you, Whit."
"I missed you too, Jermaine."
The kissing got more interesting. Jermaine started kissing her neck. Whitney was turnt on.
"You want this big dick inside your tight, little pussy? Huh?" He asked sucking her neck.
"Yes, Bob--I mean Jermaine." Whitney said.
Phew, that was a close call.
Anyways, they made love. No protection and Whitney's not on any pills. Hmm..... *strokes invisible beard*
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Sorry for that lame ass chapter.
