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๐ ๐๐ญ. ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ, ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข
MADE: @๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฌ๐๐๐
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Jorani sat on the couch, shirtless only in gray sweatpants that sag on his waist, just enough to show the waistband of his boxers. He was high asf, smilin' all the time and shiit while you were placin' kisses on his face, yo lipstick leavin' marks on his skin but he ainโt complain'. Probably 'cause he was high or 'cause you simply had him simpin' bad for you fr.
You pulled out yo phone and started to record him, showin' off clearly. He was just smilin' all the time, his gold grills shinin', eyes half-closed and bloody. He didn't even had enough energy to raise his hand and throw his gang signs like he always do. This nigga was down bad.
"Maaa...I look so cute covered in those kisses, ainโt ya?" He said, sayin' that slow asf. Yeah, this nigga def need some sleep.