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October 6 - October 10, 2025
“Sometimes, I sit out here just to hear Dymon put Quinci through the wall so I can get off.”
Women just want to feel wanted, loved, and lusted after. But most importantly, reassured.
Plus, women with old names are savages. Last Summer, I fucked a girl named Dottie and she took me down. I almost couldn’t keep up,” he said, laughing.
“Declan Danger, you are going to spoil me. Scalp rubs. Teary orgasms. Sleepy rides to bed and turn down service. I don’t know. I can’t take this.” “I’ll spoil the fuck out of you if you let me.”
Ella. The only response I have to yesterday is to treat you like the bad mf bitch you are. -Daddy.
“Ella, he was touching my bruise,” he said lowly, sliding deeper into me. “I don’t fucking like that.”
“This nigga does not laugh, smile, none of that, and you got him over here bussing a gut laughing. Yo’ ass ain’t that mothafuckin’ funny.
“You can’t tell me what to do, Elle. You know I still owe you an ass whooping, on God.”
thought we had moved on from this fake ass sibling rivalry competition with only one person in it: you. We have already established I’m better than everybody in this family,
“I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again.” “Nope. Just human. It’s all good, bro.
You be on some, ‘Let me fuck this nigga head up and then make him chase me’. That’s what be going through your head ain’t it.”
“You cannot guarantee that,” I snapped. “I think you better check my track records of guarantees.”
When we started walking back toward the house, Dymon was walking toward us. “My nigga! All those times I whooped your ass, you were letting me!”
“Oh! Good to fucking know because I’m going to have this hoe shut down because the shit you and your brothers smoke come straight from the devil’s garden.”
“I’m just happy it’s not me this time. The smiting of the prodigal son is well overdue.” I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “Hey!” My parents snapped at the same time. “Look at you, still acting like a hooligan,” My mom continued. “And a mom cosign. This really might be the day that the Lord has made.”
“Talking about I raised a hooligan. I wanted to show that woman a hooligan.” “Show out then, Mama,” I said, laughing.
“He’s one touch away from fertilizing my trees, Ella. Is that what you want?
“Now, let’s get to the most intriguing part of this story, do I have a fight lined up after I drop? Let me know what’s up.
“About damn time. I was about to come see what the holdup was,” Kemba said, approaching us. He dapped me up and looked down Elle. “You break my dog heart; just know I’m bussin’ that ass. I already owe you a few.”
