Liah & Polly in the media. Hopefully yall can see it.

& the reason I didn't make Yanda an ugly girl was because some of yall probably think just because you pretty, everything about you is beautiful  but that ain't true, so humble ya damn selves if you really a "Yanda."

"I hope you can accept the fact that I'm man enough to tell you this. And hopefully you'll give me another chance." - Usher

ANT

I'm in my bathroom having a quickie with one of my neighbors, Karla. She's an older white woman around forty  something but I don't discriminate. Pušsy is pusśy if you ask me.

Since Polly wanted to be a lil ass bitch and go running to her momma over nothing, I'm about to do what I want. The kids are outside in the pool with Darius since he stopped by earlier today  because he stayed the night at the hospital with some girl and him and Jessica got into it last night over his girlfriend so he didn't want to go back to their house yet.

"Yes. Take this vagına whole, young man." Karla moans out, almost making me start laughing.

I push her over and make her hold the toilet, then go back in on her. Of course, I'm wearing a condom. I haven't went raw since me and Jessica made Reign. I don't want kids by these hoes.

The door opens up. My eyes widen, staring at Polly as she stares at me with her hands on her hips. "It wasn't me." I blurt out.

She looks at Karla. "Hello, Polly." Karla says, standing, getting dressed. Polly goes through the drawer, then grabs a rat tail comb. She shoves it up Karla's pűssy, making her let out a high pitched scream. My eyes widen as she twists the comb around inside of her. "Get your ass out of this house! Ant, come here! I got something for you." Polly snaps as Karla runs out, crying.

"Hell naw, get back Polly." I demand. She punishes me in the worst way. "Oh, no. Come here." she demands, holding up a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. She holds up a whip and a vibrator. She sits there and forces me to watch her fuck herself. Then she even brings in some of her fine ass pornestar friends and have an all out orgy in front of me. I be completely miserable because I be hard as a rock and I can't even at least beat my meat while they do that.

Most people would think having a girlfriend who punishes you like that is cool, but it's really not. I be so hõrny, I damn near cry.

"Oh, no. Come on, Mr. Freak." she says, laughing. "Gone on. My kids here." I say. "So? They outside with your sexy ass brother. Darius turned eighteen yesterday, I should give him the real gift." she says, biting her lips.

I narrow my eyes at her. I wouldn't be hurt if he did fuck her, but he most likely won't. For one, everybody used to wonder about his sexuality until his bitch  nobody even knew about beat his ass at his graduation the other day. Plus, nobody even knows if Darius is still a virgin or not. He keep that shit real secretive. He don't even like the fact I date a pornstar, so he probably won't fuck her. "Bitch please, D wouldn't fuck yo nasty ass." I say, pulling my pants up.

"Polly's persuasion is something serious, babe. You of all people should know that. I can get whatever I want using this půssy." she says, leaning in my face. "What type of name is Polly? Polly want a cracker lookin ass. Parrot faced bitch." I say, laughing my ass off.

She could care less about me calling her out her name. She starts laughing. "You know what, I need to be filming my new movies. Did I tell you about my new project, Polly and Mandingo swimming? It's where we fuck in the swimming pool of a mansion the company rented." she says. I shrug my shoulders. "Naw, you didn't tell me. How much they paying you to fuck him?" I ask her.  "Twenty thousand." she answers. I shrug my shoulders. "Make your money then, bae." I say. "Don't worry, I will. His dıck is just so big. It'll hurt." she says. "I doubt it, your půssy got a lot of miles." I say. She laughs, then hits me. "Shut up." she says.

"Naw, for real, come here." I say, pulling her in my arms. She looks in my eyes. "Boy, move. I really need to get back on set to film the second part." she says. "Imma let you go and sell yo půssy for the camera. Damn, quit rushing." I say, moving my hands to her ass. "Nope, get up off me." she says. I kiss her lips. "Aight, go do you." I say, then pull away from her.

MONTANA

I sit up, then rub  my eyes. Last night was crazy. Jessica beat the lil girl's ass, then locked me out the room since she got me sleeping on the couch. Darius didn't even come back home. Knowing him, he somewhere getting his dıck sucked by a hoe. Nobody really knows if he a virgin or not, it's a mystery so I really can't say if he somewhere laid up.

I get up off the couch then walk upstairs. I open our bedroom door. I'm surprised she even unlocked it.  I walk into our bathroom where she's dressed all up and doing her makeup. I raise my eyebrow. "Where the hell you going looking like you trynna find a nigga or some shit?" I ask. She went all out today and I'm curious. She rolls her eyes, then continues to do her winged eyeliner. I only know what that is because she takes forever doing it every time we have date nights and we end up late.

She continues to ignore me, then checks her phone. "You can't hear?" I ask. "Leave me alone." she says. "Hell naw, answer me. Where you think you going?" I ask. She rolls her eyes. "Ant, you never would claim me, but you swear you love me. And after you beat me like that, I cannot look at you the same and I don't feel like talking to you about this." she says. "So, that's where you going, huh?" I ask. "What?" she asks. "You called me Ant. That nigga on yo mind, so that must be where you headed?" I ask. "I'm going to spend time with my kids. He has them. You happy now?" she sarcastically asks. "Remember who the fuck you belong to, Jessica." I say. "Definitely not your single ass. You single, remember?" she sarcastically asks.

"You know we more than friends or whatever you want to call it, so don't do that." I say. "Do what? Do what, Montana? Wait, you the one who only wanted to be friends when I first gave you all of me, so don't get mad at me for doing what I want. I'm tired of being tied down to somebody who won't even claim me worth nothing. All you care about is the streets, and ain't no telling how many different hoes you been fucking." she snaps.

"How I'm supposed to know how you feel if you never tell me? If you wanted me to spend more time with you, you could've just told me that instead of catching these random attitudes trying to go be with different niggas to get back at me." I say. "When the hell are you ever here to know the way I feel? The only reason you here right now is because you feel guilty about hitting me!" she screams.

I face palm myself. "I don't throw your mistakes up in your face every two seconds, so don't do it to me." I say. She rolls her eyes. "You really stressing me out." she says. "No, you stressing yourself out. I'm trying to make things right but you being stubborn, forcing yourself to be mad when you know you miss hugging and kissing on me." I say. She rolls her eyes, trying her hardest not to smile.

She finally smiles a little. "Whatever, Montana. Answer my question. When you out there in the streets doing whatever, you ever fuck those hoes then come home trying to eat  my půssy, trying to fuck me... just being all over me like you do?" she asks. "Honestly, I have fucked other women over the years. Like, four or five but it was nothing." I admit.

She closes her eyes tight like what I said really hurt her. She finally opens them, then looks me dead in my eyes. "I heard the door open last night.... you went with one of those hoes, huh?" she asks. I could lie or I could tell her the truth. I take a deep breath, then nod my head yes. "How long have you been fucking this woman?" she calmly asks. I look away from her. "Come on, baby, please don't do this." I say. "How long?" she asks. "Since the night after we fucked for the first time and we had all the drama." I admit.

She turns to the mirror, then wipes her mascara off because it was running cause of the tears. "What about the other ones?" she asks. "One night stands." I answer. "But I guess you love the main one you fuck, huh?" she asks. "No. I don't love her, I just love fucking her." I admit. She instantly balls her fist up then takes deep breaths. "Montana, when you tell me you in the streets all night, are you ever really laid up with her?" she asks. I stare at her for a second. "Sometimes." I admit.

She nods her head. "That's honesty for my ass, huh?" she sarcastically asks. I don't say anything. "You ever fucked her then came right home and got ya lil funky ass round two from me?" she asks. I nod my head yes. "Wow. You fuck a hoe then come and put that same funky ass dıck in me. You use a condom with her?" she asks. I bite my bottom lip. "Most of the times, I wrap up. But I went raw a few times with her." I admit.

She shakes her head. "You ever ate her pūssy then came home and kissed me?" her voice cracks. "Hell naw." I answer. What the fuck do I really look like doing that? "Don't say hell naw. You trust that hoe enough to fuck her ass raw, so don't act like you can't eat her shit!" she screams at me. "I didn't do that. And me fuckin her raw ain't have nothing to do with trust, it just happened." I tell her.

She starts breathing heavily, then punches me dead in my mouth. "I can't stand you, Montana!" she screams at the top of her lungs, crying her ass off, swinging on me. I wrap my arms around her. She starts scratching and punching me in my face trying to get me off. "Move! Let me go! Fuck you!" she screams. She finally quits fighting me, then breaks down crying. "You so trifling for this shit! When you fucked her last night, you went raw?" she screams. I slowly nod my head yes. The truth is already here, so it's no point in lying.

She blankly stares at me, crying hard as hell. "You so fucking stupid, Montana! You are one dumb ass mothafucka." she says. "What if you got that hoe pregnant, dummy?" she yells with her finger pointed in my face. "She ain't pregnant, her tubes tied. I paid for it and took her to the doctor when she got it done... so I know she can't get pregnant." I say.

She starts going on a rampage, throwing shit  at me, kicking me, punching me, throwing me against shit fighting me like she a nigga. I ain't about to hit her back though. She deserve to beat my ass. She slaps me in my mouth with the towel rack. "Fuck. Hold up, Jessica." I say, holding her against the wall to calm her down. That bullshit hurt.

"No! Let me go!" she screams, swinging wildly at me. I finally let her go. She immediately starts kicking and punching on me. She stops, then opens the drawer. She starts throwing my condoms at me. "Yeah, mothafucka, you use these mothafuckas on me, but you raw dogging a damn hoe? Really?" she screams, then throws the empty condom box at my head.

I walk out the bathroom, but she following still hitting on me. "You spending money on that bitch like yo ass love her! You do love her! You fucking her raw and spending money on her! You pay her bills too?" she screams. I sigh. "When she need help, yes." I admit. I swear it's like her whole face darkened when I said that shit. "I don't love her, Jessica." I say. I truly don't. She a cool girl and all, but I love Jessica.

She face palms  herself. "Montana, I will murder you if you done brought me some type of disease back. I promise I'll kill you in your sleep." she snaps on me. "I didn't bring you back shit, Jessica. I don't love her, mane. She just cool... I fuck with her when we having problems or when I just want to do me." I admit. Maybe, I worded that wrong but I hope she understands what I mean.

"So, if I went and fucked another nigga cause he was cool and I wanted to do me, then what?" she yells at me. "Then I'd kill his ass." I answer. I'm only telling the truth right now, the truth had to come out eventually. 

"If you wouldn't like it if I did it, what in the world makes you doing it to me okay?" she yells. "Nothing, Jessica, it was fucked up and I'm sorry. I only love you and I want to fix it." I say, laying her down on the bed. She shakes her head no, then pushes me off. "Oh, no sir. Why am I even mad? You never made it official with me." she says, shaking her head. "And now I know why. Get out my way." she demands, grabbing her purse off the bed.

I watch as she walks out, then shake my head. Della is just some white girl I fuck around with, she don't compare to Jessica. I feel so stupid for this shit. I hope she'll come back. I sigh, then grab my car keys. If she about to go be laid up with a random nigga to get back at me, she might as well be prepared to attend that nigga funeral.

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