Call me T

My guy, us wey get better babe wey him p*ssy dey smell nice, we no know wetin God do for us. I met this babe well packaged and thick so I thought it will be one of those hit and run babes. We decided to hang out and one thing led to another, on getting to the main action that thing was smelling damn🥴 (I need a therapist, anytime I smell my hand it looks like I can still perceive her smelly thingy😩). That’s how my 🍆 came down. I just dey vex but the good thing about it is that I had to tell her my mind. I severally had to tell my girl how much I love her the next day because guilt was killing me.

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