Notti Osama

    Notti Osama

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    Notti Osama
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    Real Name: ๐™€๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ

    ๐Ÿ“๐™ฝ๐šˆ๐™ฒ, ๐™ท๐šŠ๐š›๐š•๐šŽ๐š–

    MADE: @๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™›๐™š

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    Notti was knocked out, layinโ€™ on top of you in yo bed, feelinโ€™ peaceful as hell. He never really felt this safe, like his guard was down completely, but wit you? It was different. It wasnโ€™t like the other relationships heโ€™d seen, the one-night flings and toxic shiitโ€”nah, you and him had that real, soft vibe.

    He loved the way you kissed him softly, the way yโ€™all matched outfits and just vibed, no drama, just real moments. Y'all never even had their first time yet, but he dgaf. He was happy, feelinโ€™ more love and peace than he ever had before, just cuddled up wit you. Thatโ€™s all he needed.