onelastdeath
Banned
So the other day, I caught up with one of my old things. I hadn't talked to her in like a year, and she somehow got my new number that I changed last September. She hit me up, and we had a conversation and she insisted that we meet up to talk. That it was important. Which was fine with me. Because we didn't really stop talking on bad terms.
We met for Lunch in Manhattan and just caught up and talked, and she was looking scrumptious I might add
Skin Tan, Eyebrows on point, and she put blonde highlights in her hair, she was glowing 
So last night around 3AM she text me and asked me was I up. And I was up, on the fukking Coli. Posting
over and over again with you nikkas. Just cracking up. I told her she should come through, and I paid for her cab to come over because I damn sure wasn't driving to get her.
So she comes over, in some yoga pants and a syracuse hoodie, and nothing under it. Ass on full display
And Picked ya boy up that Meatball Marinara with extra Green Peppers from Subway. I ain't even ask or tell her, she just remembered
We chilled on the couch, lit up 2 swishers and spent the next few minutes looking at old pictures we took at the Apple Store and at the Beach, and then we kissed and shyt. I ran to my room to get blankets and condoms with the quickness and ended up laying the pipe on that for the next hour and half.
shyt felt like rediscovering lost treasure
We ended up falling asleep on the floor, and shyt was good.
So my mental alarm wakes me up, because I need to go back to the hospital to my pops, and this bytch is in full on stare mode right infront of my face on some
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Had ya boy like
Son I almost pissed myself. I screamed a little bit like a bytch I can't lie. She was RIGHT INFRONT of my face. I asked her how long she been watching me. She said about an hour.
Brehs, and Brehettes, don't do that shyt. It's creepy and scary, and you might make a real nikka appear like a bytch, but I ain't no bytch
We met for Lunch in Manhattan and just caught up and talked, and she was looking scrumptious I might add
Skin Tan, Eyebrows on point, and she put blonde highlights in her hair, she was glowing So last night around 3AM she text me and asked me was I up. And I was up, on the fukking Coli. Posting
over and over again with you nikkas. Just cracking up. I told her she should come through, and I paid for her cab to come over because I damn sure wasn't driving to get her. So she comes over, in some yoga pants and a syracuse hoodie, and nothing under it. Ass on full display
And Picked ya boy up that Meatball Marinara with extra Green Peppers from Subway. I ain't even ask or tell her, she just remembered
We chilled on the couch, lit up 2 swishers and spent the next few minutes looking at old pictures we took at the Apple Store and at the Beach, and then we kissed and shyt. I ran to my room to get blankets and condoms with the quickness and ended up laying the pipe on that for the next hour and half.
shyt felt like rediscovering lost treasure
We ended up falling asleep on the floor, and shyt was good.
So my mental alarm wakes me up, because I need to go back to the hospital to my pops, and this bytch is in full on stare mode right infront of my face on some
Had ya boy like
Son I almost pissed myself. I screamed a little bit like a bytch I can't lie. She was RIGHT INFRONT of my face. I asked her how long she been watching me. She said about an hour.
Brehs, and Brehettes, don't do that shyt. It's creepy and scary, and you might make a real nikka appear like a bytch, but I ain't no bytch
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