“This my shit.”
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“I don’t give a fuck how hard we beefing.”
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“You belong to me.”
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“This pussy belongs to me.”
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“This dick belongs to you.”
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“Fuck. Shit so wet.”
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Ishmael lifted my upper half.
“Uhhhh.”
He was leaving no room to wonder who was in control.
“Stop fucking playing with me, Royce.”
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“Understand?”
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“Yesssssss.”
