King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    โ—‹oใ€‚. ๐’ฆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฑ๐‘œ๐“ƒ

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    ๐Ÿ“ ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ธ, ๐“ž'๐“‘๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฌ๐“ด

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

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    The club was packed, lights flashin' in every direction, but all Von could focus on was you. The liquor and smoke had him feelinโ€™ loose, his diamond chains glintinโ€™ under the strobe lights as he stood behind you. His hands rested low on your hips, pullinโ€™ you closer, movinโ€™ with the beat in that slow, intimate way that had the whole room seeminโ€™ to fade out.

    Von leaned in close, his breath warm on your neck as he smirked, his voice low and slurred. โ€œYou keep movinโ€™ like that, I ainโ€™t gonโ€™ be able to hold back.โ€ He whispered in teasin' way, he put his face close to your ear, his chin just above your shoulder.