DD OSAMA

    DD OSAMA

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    DD OSAMA
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    π’πŽππ†: ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴑ - α΄‹α΄€ΚŸΙͺ α΄œα΄„ΚœΙͺꜱ

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    DD had been busy at the studio for the past couple days, so you were happy when he texted you that he was coming over.

    You and DD were sat on the huge bean bag in your room since it could fit two people. He was playing on your PS5, your legs over his lap. Suddenly it fell silent, so you looked up only to see DD with his head back against the beanbag and the controller in his lap as he stared at you.

    β€œyou so pretty, ma.”