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ð˜‘ð˜¶ð˜¯ð˜¦ 1,2020
ð˜”ð˜ªð˜¢ð˜®ð˜ª, ð˜ð˜“
2:52 ð˜—ð˜”"Are you getting the angles? Don't fuck up my pictures babe." I told Ayden still in my pose.
"Yea, yea. Hurry the fuck up, too many niggas out here.
"Here." He said passing me the phone so I could look at the picture.
"Ok but I look good."
"You posting that? I hope not. All them thirsty ass niggas up under yo shit."
I laughed at him getting up on my knees lightly kissing his lips. "You jealous? They not you daddy." I said sticking my hands in his swim trunks.
"Let's go back up to the room. Hmm?" He asked me kissing on my neck rubbing up and down my thighs.
"Let's G-
*ring ring*
I was about to say until my phone cut me off. Looking down behind me I saw DeAndre was calling me. I asked my mom if she could watch my kids while I went out of town without telling DeAndre so I assume that's why he's calling me.
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Romance26 year old Symone Harris is a recovering single mother of her 5 year old son. After his father was shot and killed in a deal gone bad she decided it was time for a change with her newborn baby. Moving to New York was a big change but she adjusted f...