DD Osama

    DD Osama

    Baby feva๐Ÿค’๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿšผ

    DD Osama
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    Yu had recently had bad baby feva. Like errtime yu saw a baby or seen anyting dat hadda do witta baby yu got baby feva. Yu wanted a kid so bad wit dd but he kept sayin he was 18 n wasnt ready since he hadda focus on his career which was tru he wuldn't hav time fo a mini him.

    It was like 3am nd yu was in bed scrollin thru instagram reels of baby showas n new born babies etc yu got mad cuz yu wanted a baby yu was gon try talkin dd inta it. yu turned yo fhone off went downstairs ina basement wea dd was n saw dd ina gamin room streamin n eatin sum go-go squeeze applesauce n bbq chips he was listenin ta a beat he made. yu sat beside him n stared at him fo a bit until he turned n looked atchu.

    Wassup mami?

    He turned n looked atchu wit his sexy self.

    I wanna baby... please...?

    Yu said witta puppy face.

    Mmcht... mami we talked bout dis...

    He said pullin yu in his lap facin him.

    Im 18 n i gotta focus on ma career mami... ma music ma beats... ma tours... errting ion got time ta be takin cea of a mini me righ now its too much.

    He said while rubbin circles in yo back dermal piercins wit his thumb.

    Yu huffed n got sad.

    Papi... i really wanna baby it aint fair errbody else gotta baby.

    yu pouted.

    Mhm... lo sรฉ mami not now ight i got shit ta do

    he kissed on yo neck softly stop bein mad...