If you think you know what's gone happen with Jessica & Ant, you don't 😊😊  Maybe y'all should take Jessica a lil more seriously ☕🐸 & Even after I said that y'all STILL don't know 😂😂😂

& Another thing PAY ATTENTION TO SOME OF JESSICA'S POV. HOPEFULLY YALL FIGURE OUT WHICH PART THE LESSON IS IN 😊 If it applies to you plz listen.

"Some'll say life is a gamble, which means love is a casino." - Kevin Gates

JESSICA

"Old man you gone have to quit smokin' them cigarettes. The doctor said that was part of the problem. I can't remember his whole explanation but that shit ain't good pops damn. You got on me for sipping lean then I cut back on it. Why you still smoking them cancer sticks?" Ant goes off on Nathan, standing by his hospital bed. Nathan throws his middle finger up. "Let me die, hell." Nathan mumbles.

I look at him funny. "Let you die? Nigga what?" Ant asks. Nathan narrows his eyes at him. "My chest hurtin' man leave me alone." Nathan says. "Them cigarettes worth yo life, huh? Nigga you just had a fuckin' heart attack and the doctor just told yo ass what smoking cigarettes do! You wanna be on the list of mothafuckas who died from smokin' cigarettes when they knew the risks?" Ant snaps on him. "Everybody gotta die one day, damn." Nathan says.

"You think this a game? You blessed to even still be here and you got the nerve to lay here on some sarcastic shit like I'm getting on your nerves! Stop smoking them hoes! That shit kill you slowly! Nathan, the doctor just sat here and told you how smoking that bullshit damages the lining of yo arteries then that make fatty material build up so then it narrow yo artery! If I heard that, I know you did! That's exactly what's happening with you! That shit caused yo heart attack!" Ant goes off on him. "Okay Dr. Hypocrite Mitchell." Nathan sarcastically says.

"Why you cracking jokes? How I'm a hypocrite? I smoke weed, I get drunk, I occasionally pop pills, and I sip lean every once in a while! That's my shit! You heard cigarette in that equation? No! Ion smoke them hoes! Go head, kill yo self and when you die I ain't gone cry cause I warned you but you a fucking dumb ass!" Ant hollers at him, balling his fist up.

"You do drugs. That make you better cause I'm a cigarette smoker?" Nathan  asks. "I didn't say that, Nathan. But which one of us laid up in a hospital bed for what they do? You are! Smoking cigarettes gotta be one of the dumbest things a mothafucka could do! That's the largest cause of preventable deaths. You in yo seventies. You really wanna die prematurely?" Ant goes off.

"You know what, shut the hell up son. I started smoking cigarettes after I got shot over that dumb beef with you and Montana. I'm a stressed out seventy three year old man. I was healthy before that shit. Now what? I feel pain everyday from that shot, I'm still trying to learn how to live life again. So hell yeah I smoke cigarettes to ease my mind." Nathan says.

Ant face palms himself. "So now it's my fault you in this bitch?" Ant asks. "I never said that. I told you what the hell I started smoking in the first place for. I'm tired son leave me the hell alone." Nathan dryly says. Ant closes his eyes tight. "Die then! I don't give a fuck! Cause that's exactly what you gone do to yourself smoking cancer sticks! I don't give a mothafuck  if you or anybody disagree, those cigarettes cause unnecessary health problems and just cause a mothafucka think they body healthy while they smokin' that shit, it ain't! So think about that next time you put that bullshit in yo mouth! Kill yo self! You might as well put a gun to yo head and blow yo brains out and get it over with cause you smokin that shit gone eventually lead to yo old ass goin' to yo grave any way! So do you!I'm through tryin' to help you when you don't wanna be helped! I ain't no saint but damn pops I love you too much to watch you kill yo self smokin' that! That's some sucka ass shit!" Ant yells, catching me off guard. I can tell he's so fucked up over this. Nathan has been so down lately.

"Stop yelling. Let's just be glad you're alive, Nathan. I agree with Ant. Nothing good comes from smoking cigarettes." I say. "Why am I being hollered at like a child? I'm a grown ass man. If I wanna smoke me a cigarette that's what imma do. Ant you been off that lean and pills since I met you. Ion snap bout that." Nathan says. "This is not about me. You know what, imma drop it. Let me know when you willing to help yourself." Ant says, then storms out of the hospital room.

Nathan's eyes trail over to me. "He mad, huh?" he mumbles. "He didn't mean it when he told you to die. Nathan I don't know if you know this but you mean the world to Ant. Ant would literally die for you. Maybe he's never really expressed it to you but you more like a father to him than his real dad Antonio ever has been. When his dad gets hurt, he never reacts like this. He loves you so much and watching you smoke yourself to death ain't easy for him. Do you not realize the reason you had your heart attack? We ain't assuming it was cigarettes, the doctor literally told you that's what it was. I want you to quit smoking just like Ant does." I explain.

He closes his eyes. "Smoking ain't something you can just quit. And hell I'm old anyway." Nathan says. I grab his hand. "We gonna get you help. It ain't gone be easy, trust me but it'll be worth it. I'm gonna talk to Ant about options then when we figure it out, you're getting help. This ain't an option old man you getting this help." I say. He laughs a little. "I guess so." he mumbles.

"You okay?" I ask. "Just a lil pain." he answers. I look towards the door as Ant storms back in here. He snatches all four balloons and the medium sized teddy bear holding a heart that says Get Well Soon. "Give me back my gotdamn balloons and bear, you don't fuckin' deserve it Mr. Cigarette." Ant snaps, then walks back out of the room pissed.

I burst into laughter. Nathan chuckles. "He that mad he wanna be petty in the worst way." he mumbles. I shake my head. "My baby daddy something else old man." I say. "Come visit me in the morning. I'm about to sleep." he says. I hug him then kiss his cheek. "Love you." I say. "Love you too." he says.

I grab my purse then walk out of his room. "You so petty." I say to Ant as he leans against the wall in the hallway staring at his phone while he holds the bear under his arm. "So." he mumbles. "Who you texting?" I ask, trying to look at the screen as we walk side by side. "Somebody who do want me." he answers.

"Okay. That's live." I say, shrugging my shoulders. I don't care. As long as he's single, he can dick me down when I want it and that's it. I don't care if he goes and gets involved with someone romantically. I love him but I don't want to put myself or my kids through anymore pain with a toxic relationship so I wanna leave it as parents and friends.

"Whatever. Imma drop you off. I'm finna go get some pussy." he says. "You're so disgusting. You've been eating me out and hitting me raw all day long and now you finna go lay up with the next hoe. You got enough dick for the whole universe with your nasty hoe ass." I say, earning a crazy look from him.

"Whoa, baby girl, if I can recall correctly you told me this yo dick when you want it and that you want nothin else from me so what's yo problem with me laying pipe somewhere other than on you?" he asks. "There is no problem. That's just nasty." I answer. "I'm not yo nigga, Jessica. I'm just yo baby daddy that you use when you horny. Whoever I give my dick to ain't yo business no more. It could be but you don't want a nigga no more so don't get mad cause I wanna step out and get me a lil head from a bitch or somethin'." he says.
"You too old to be sticking your dick in any and everybody. That's teenaged boy shit." I say. "No, that's grown ass man who ain't gotta explain himself to nobody shit." he says.

I roll my eyes. "Don't even worry bout dropping me off. Take me with you." I say, folding my arms across my chest. He abruptly stops walking then looks at me, laughing. "You kidding, right?" he asks. "No." I answer. "Why the hell do you wanna come watch me fuck somebody?  You must want a threesome?" he awkwardly asks. "No. I just don't wanna go to the house." I say. "Aight Jessica but don't try to fight her and don't complain. I'm dead serious." he says. I shrug my shoulders.

We're in a really nice neighborhood. Ant pulls in the driveway of a nice sized house. It's like a mini mansion. "I see you aren't fucking trash hoes no more. She got money." I say. He ignores me then gets out the car. I get out then follow him to the front door.
He rings the doorbell then steps back.

A tall, darkskinned woman with flawless makeup and long weave steps to the door. She's beautiful to me. She isn't like a gorgeous model type or anything but she's bad as hell. She hugs him. "Hello. Who is this, Ant?" she properly asks, shaking my hand. "My ex wife Jessica. Jessica, this Shelly." Ant says. "Hi." I say.

She leads us in. "That's my brother, you guys." she says, pointing in her living room. I look over there, instantly feeling myself become aroused. It's Kareem. They have amazing genes. She's pretty and he's so sexy. He stands. "Jessica? I didn't know you knew my little sister." he says, hugging me with his hand on my lower waist. I glance at Ant as he looks away, clenching his jaw.

"Wow, small world. How are you Kareem? How is it going with your girlfriend?" I ask. He told me he had a ridiculous ex and that he only wanted to be friends. He shakes his head. "How about we talk about that over dinner tonight if you with that." he suggests.

"Are you okay Ant?" Shelly awkwardly asks him. He has his eyes closed tight, biting his lip with his fist balled up. "Man... Let's go home Jessica." he says with an attitude. "For what? Don't you have things to do here?" I ask him. I'm feeling quite petty. "Imma be in the car waiting. End of discussion." Ant dryly says, then walks out.

"What was wrong with him?" Shelly asks. I shrug my shoulders. Of course I know he couldn't handle watching Kareem flirt with me. "Am I missing something? You back with yo old nigga?" Kareem asks me. "No... just call me. I'll see you later." I say, then walk out the front door before he asks me anything else.

I get in Ant's car then close the door. "Why you let that nigga touch on yo waist like that?" Ant instantly snaps on me. "The same reason you were bout to stick your dick in her." I nonchalantly answer, grabbing the AUX cord to connect it to my phone. "Jessica I was not bout to fuck that broad for real man she a fucking jeweler! I had to pick up some diamond necklaces I got made for Reign, LaLa,and Dream and I had to get a bracelet I got made for yo ass and I lied like it was something else goin' on cause I wanted to surprise you and my daughters!" he goes off with an attitude.

"Okay go get it then. Nigga I saw how she hugged you. You know you came to fuck." I say. "Common sense should tell you I didn't come for that. If I was really gone fuck another woman do you honestly think I'd bring you to her house? That shit would be a fight waiting to happen. You see how she didn't trip when I told her you my ex wife? That's cause we ain't got nothing but a business relationship. And do you really think I'd fuck somebody when I'm genuinely trying to be with yo ass? Use common sense." he says, looking irritated.

I roll my eyes at him. "I wanna ride Kareem's dick." I say. He slowly looks at me then chuckles, shaking his head with his eyes closed tight. "Why the fuck you wanna play with me like that? You think this a game to me? I'm already in a fucked up mood! You supposed to be the one to make my bad days better, not make em worse! You think I'm playin'? Jessica I'm tryin to be with you and you gone sit here and say you wanna ride that nigga dick? Go ride it then! Fuck out my face!" Ant yells in my face, breathing heavily.

I sit back in my seat. "You should stop yelling at me." I say. He ignores me then gets out the car. He slams the door hard as hell. I watch as he walks back to her front door. He left his phone on the seat. I grab it then unlock it. The code is my birthday. I go to his pictures. He still has pussy pictures from other women. Most of it is pictures of me too.

I go to the messages then start reading stuff. I click on Shelly's name. It's a picture of a cute diamond teddy bear chain with Dream on it in purple cursive letters. "That's so cute." I mumble. Ant does so much for Dream. It's like lately Montana's been in his own world. He barely sees Dream and Tae now. He used to always make time for them but now most of their relationship consists of FaceTime calls. It seems like Dream knows Ant better than she knows Montana and that's a bad thing. Montana ain't a deadbeat but he's been on some weird distant shit lately. I need to talk to him about it.

I see Ant wasn't lying. The only messages between him and Shelly are strictly about jewelry. I go to another woman's name. "The hell?" I mumble. He sent her a picture of me. I start scrolling up. It's hard to tell what they were talking about. I quickly lock his phone then sit it back on the seat as he walks out of the house holding three medium sized royal blue boxes with gold ribbons and bows on the top of them.

He gets in the car then sits the boxes in the back seat. "I hope you found what you were looking for." he sarcastically says. I roll my eyes at him. "Why you send one of your hoes a picture of me?" I ask. "I don't have hoes man you already pissed me off today. She a painter." he answers, irritated. "Whatever. I see your hoes have nice careers." I say. He cuts his eyes at me. "That childish shit you doing ain't cute." he says.

I ignore him then grab his dick while he drives. "Quit sexually harassing me." he says. I unbuckle my seat belt then pull my pants and panties down. "The hell you doing?" he asks, focusing on the road while I pull his gym shorts down a little. I pull his boxers down enough then stroke his dick with my hand. "Let the seat  back." I say. He does what I said. I climb over then slide down with his dick in me. I start riding him while I help him drive. "Shit..." he mumbles, focusing on the road while I please him. It feels so good.

We just got to the house. I climb off of him. "See look you made me nut on my seats." he says, pointing at it. I innocently smile as I pull my pants back up. "I'm about to go shower." I say, getting out of the car.

My phone lights up. Kareem just texted me asking what I'm doing tonight. I lock my phone then put it in my purse. I'll talk to him in the morning. I don't want to go on a date with him after I've been fucking Ant's brains out all day. That won't feel right to me.

I walk in the house. Ant follows me then wraps his arms around my waist. "Fine ass." he mumbles in my ear, pressing his erection on my butt while we walk to the kitchen. He pins me to the wall then puts his hand up my shirt. He's squeezing and massaging my left nipple while we tongue kiss each other. "Oh God." I hear Presley mumble. Ant moves away from me. Presley dropped a glass of water and he's staring at us wide eyed. "Sorry... I... I just was getting water." he awkwardly says.

"My bad Presley we thought everybody was sleep this late. It's one in the morning and tomorrow a school day." Ant explains. "Yeah we're sorry Presley." I say. I'm so embarrassed. "It's okay... grown people have sex." he awkwardly says. Damn I'm so embarrassed. I hate when one of the kids catch us in the act.

"Um... well... tomorrow we talking to whoever you staying with. They know you even been over here all day?" Ant asks. "They don't care. If I was dead somewhere they wouldn't notice me being gone. They just want me for a check." he sadly mumbles. This breaks my heart so bad.

"What school do you go to? KeKe told me him and Majesty helped you find some nice things to wear today." I say. "Oh I don't go to school. I'm home schooled. I've never been to real school before. I'm afraid to go because people will think I'm ugly and weird." he says.

"Boy please you got my dna baby ain't no child of mine ugly. Please tell me where the ugliness is. You got some pretty skin, straight white teeth, and then you got some nice curly hair. All of your features are amazing. Ugly my ass." I say. I can't believe he really doesn't see how handsome he is. He shrugs his shoulders. "He look like Vonte, Jessica." Ant says with an attitude after my description. Vonte is fine as hell and I could never deny the fact he's a very handsome man. The hell does Ant want me to do, lie?

"Majesty, KeKe, and that guy Drew looked at me funny when I said that guy Vonte is my real dad. How come?" he asks. Ant and I look at each other. "Um... Presley I don't even know how to tell you." I admit. "What is it?" he asks.

I can't even find the words. "Presley he my brother. Back in the day I did some fucked up shit to Jessica, she fell in love with him, he fell in love with her. But she winded up with Tae daddy but she ended up marrying me in the end. While she was with Tae daddy Vonte was still in love with her. He tricked her into the lil egg thing and he was the donor so he could have a child by her on some sick twisted in love shit. He yo dad and I'm yo uncle. Yo siblings are yo cousins too cause I'm yo daddy's brother. That's why they looked at you funny." Ant explains.

His mouth drops as he stares at us. "Oh boy." he says, still in shock. "So they're my cousin siblings? Wow." he mumbles. "Keep that a secret for now Presley because we have to tell your siblings in our own way." I explain. He nods his head. "I will because I don't want to get beat up again." he mumbles, laughing a little.

Somebody rings the doorbell. "The hell at my door this late?" Ant mumbles. Presley and I follow him to it. He snatches the door open. "What yo sick bitch ass want?" Ant instantly snaps on Vonte. Presley awkwardly looks at me. Vonte starts glaring at Ant. "Man Jessica what I did was messed up and I'm sorry. I hope you'll forgive me. Presley my bad for what I said earlier. I was on some other shit... I honestly never thought this shit would come back around. I wanna be in yo life if you let me." Vonte says. I've never seen him sober and so serious in my whole life.

Presley looks down as he cries hard. My eyes tear up. Ant's awkwardly looking at him, probably wondering why he crying. "I didn't do anything to nobody! I didn't ask to be here and you hurt my feelings when you said what you said because I didn't even do anything to you!" he yells at Vonte.

"That's why I'm here trying to right my wrongs Presley. Do you or don't you wanna fuck with me? Stop hollering at me like I'm a bitch and make yo decision. I'm here as genuine and serious as I can be. I'm not high or nothin' man I got a fucking headache, I need to be smoking but I'm here being dead serious tryin' to know you and you wanna yell and shit. So what you wanna do?" Vonte asks him, irritated. Vonte's a real weed addict. He barely can function  regularly without it. "Do not use that language with me." Presley snaps with his finger pointed in Vonte's face.

I look away, trying hard to not laugh as Vonte gives him the you got me fucked up look. Ant bursts into laughter. "Nigga I say what the hell I want to you. I'm yo daddy, you ain't mine." Vonte says. "Act like it then deadbeat piece of waste!" Presley snaps back at him.

My mouth drops along with Ant's. "This nigga got yo temper, I swear he do." he mumbles to me. "Well if I'm a deadbeat piece of waste what that make you? Cause my deadbeat piece of waste sperm made yo ass." Vonte says. "You are a clown." Presley says. "Yeah aight. Call me when you get off that tough shit man you being stubborn and stupid." Vonte says. "I have the right to be upset." Presley says. "The most childish thing you can do is be an ass hole when I'm here being genuine trying to know you." Vonte says.

Presley sighs. "Fine. What do you want to know about me?" Presley asks, sounding bored. "You wanna come spend the night?" Vonte asks. "No." I answer for him. Vonte looks at me. "Fuck you mean no, Jessica? He not just your son, he mine too." he says. "Yeah but I want him here." I say. "Let him make the decision damn y'all not finna do that arguing over who he stay with. Presley you wanna stay the night with Vonte or stay here?" Ant asks. "I wanna go with him only because I'd like to get to know my dad then make the decision on whether I want him in my life or not." Presley answers.

I nod my head. "Where's your stuff? I'll go pack your overnight bag." I say to him. "It's in Noble and Majesty's room. Noble taught me how to play his game today." he answers. "That's good baby. I'll be back." I say.

I jog up the stairs then walk into Noble and Majesty's room. Majesty isn't in here. "Where's your brother?" I ask Noble. He's laying in his bed looking annoyed. I sit down on Majesty's king sized bed on the other side of the room. "You gone answer me?" I ask. "Miracle told me she scared she gone want Majesty sexually cause it felt good to her but she loves me so I cut her off. He can have her." he dryly answers. "Would you rather her tell you a lie?" I ask. "No. I respect her honesty but I don't want to deal with her no more. I was willing to move past Majesty smashing her but when she said that I changed my mind. How imma take you serious when you telling me you think you gone crave my twin brother? That party over with." he says, shaking his head.

"Wanna talk about it?" I ask. He shakes his head no. "Not really. But to answer your question Majesty sleep in one of the guest rooms. He got Dream and Amari in there by the way." he says. I nod my head. I'm putting Dream in the bed with me. I've been letting the kids bond with her as much as possible.

I walk over to all of the designer  clothes bag I'm guessing are Presley's. I start looking through them. "His style is so different from y'alls. He only has classy looking stuff. I see he likes to dress up." I say. "Yeah he showed me. Mane on his Sunday best." Noble says, making me laugh.

I packed Presley some outfits, bed clothes, a tooth brush, deodorant, and some AXE body wash. I also stole Ant's expensive cologne and put it in here. Ant will be fine without it.

I jog down the stairs then hand Presley the Louis Vuitton duffle bag his stuff is in. "I put everything you need in it. I don't know what you do with your beautiful long hair at night but I put a black bonnet in there." I say. He laughs a little. "I thought you guys would think I'm weird if I admitted I sleep in a bonnet because my hair is long so I didn't ask for one." he admits. "Yo brother Jessie sleep in one too." Ant says, shrugging his shoulders.

"You ready?" Vonte asks. Presley hugs me then shakes Ant's hand. "If he does something to you call me and I'll commit a crime on his ass." I say, innocently smiling at Vonte. He flips me off then leads Presley to his car. Life is something else.

VONTE

"Oh my God why is everything so playful?" Presley asks looking around my living room. Ain't shit changed. I still got my stripper poles and shit. I cut back on certain things when I took Drew and Sean in but I'm still that nigga. "I invited a couple strippers over. They bout to come dance for you." I say. He looks at me crazy. "What?" I ask. "What is wrong with you?" he asks. "Nothing. What I do?" I ask. I don't see a problem here.

"What type of parent invites strippers?" he asks. "You don't like strippers?" I ask. "Um no." he answers. "You gay or something?" I ask. He narrows his eyes at me. "Because I don't wanna see strippers it makes me gay?" he asks. "I never called you gay. I asked a question." I say. "That's what's wrong with our race. If a guy doesn't has sex with women all the time, he's gay. If a guy don't want hoes, he's gay. If a guy doesn't want to see a stripper shake her butt in his face, he's gay. Only our race does that. Just because a man isn't a hoe don't make him gay." he says. "Did I say all that? I asked a simple question." I say. "Okay? And I gave you a simple answer." he says.

I face palm myself. "I'll cancel on them then. You happy now?" I sarcastically ask. "Very." he answers. "What you like to do?" I ask, sitting on the couch. "I like reading, thinking, and debating." he answers. I nod my head. "I like fucking, strippers, weed, food, getting head, and I love yo momma." I say, shrugging my shoulders. He starts awkwardly staring at me.

I start rolling up a blunt.  I put it in my mouth. He's watching me light the blunt. I lean back on the couch as I snoke. "You smoke?" I ask, extending it to him. "No." he sternly answers with an attitude. I laugh a little. "You came out my nuts man... ain't that some shit." I say, laughing and choking at the same time.

I hit the blunt again then look at it. "This that gas, boy. You sure you don't smoke?" I ask. "What type of freaking parent are you?" he asks me. "The kind that keep it G with you. I'm not bout to flex and live life in a box around you and hide what I do. I smoke weed and I fuck bitches, Presley. That's what yo daddy do." I say.

"Will you take me fishing and stuff like dads on TV?" he asks. I laugh. "Man I don't fish my nigga. I be too high for that. I'll fuck around and hook my damn self." I say, making him laugh. "You're funny. I like the high you." he admits.

I laugh. "What do you guys do for money?" he asks. "I'm a male stripper named Cowboy XL." I lie. He bursts into laughter as I point at my cowboy hat that's in the corner on the floor. "You serious?" he asks. I laugh. "Mind yo business." I answer.

I just smoked this whole blunt. I put the roach in the ash tray then grab my other blunt. "Yes indeed." I say, lighting it. "Wow you just smoked a fat blunt and now you're smoking another. I don't smoke but my foster grandmother does and she falls asleep after she smokes half of one." he says. "I got vet lungs lil nigga. I'm wide awake." I tell him, then hit the blunt.

He watches me closely. "Can I try?" he shyly asks. "You wanna smoke?" I ask, shocked. "Just to see what it feels like. You won't tell my mom right? I'm fifteen so I'm not supposed to do this." he says. I put it in his mouth. "Inhale." I instruct. His eyes widen as he chokes. "You hit that bitch too hard." I say, watching him cough. He leans back. "I feel... I feel funny." he says, laughing.  I hit it then hand it back. He hits it a few times. I watch as it burns. He hands it back. "The room is spinning." he says, laughing.

I watch as he hysterically laughs. "Man and then that bitch... she wanna fuck me good." he slowly says, laughing. "What you talking about?" I ask. "She want me cause... I got a big dick." he says, rocking back and forth. "Big Dick Presley here to break your bitch back. Crack crack. That's how it sound when I break bitches backs." he slowly says, dying laughing as he humps the air.

I shake my head, listening to him talk shit. He so damn high. "You know what... bring the bitches out. I wanna get my freak on." he says. I laugh a little bit. I always wanted a son I could get high with. Drew don't too much smoke and Sean way too young.

I stand up then walk to the door. I  open it. "Wassup Riyah and Nunu?" I ask, letting the hoes in. They got some big asses and big titties and they both fine as hell. I close and lock the door then lead them to the living room. I dim the lights then turn the music on. "Hubba Hubba." Presley says as he stares at NuNu's butt. I burst into laughter.  I guess that leaves Riyah big fine ass for me.

"He so proper and cute." NuNu says, laughing. She walks over to him then starts lap dancing him on the couch while Back That Ass Up plays loudly. Drew walks in here then smirks. "You workin' with some ass yeah, you bad yeah." he raps, getting behind Riyah. I narrow my eyes at him. He just came down here and took my bitch and Presley high as hell, in his own world while NuNu dances on his lap.

I roll my eyes then walk out, leaving them two with the hoes. I pull my phone out then text two other strippers I know personally, telling them to come through. I'm in the mood for a threesome, especially since my boys just took my hoes from me. What happens at Vonte house stays at Vonte house. Jessica don't gotta know.

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