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So, now yall mad at Meghan the Reporter because she assumed there would be a different outcome in the ASAP trial? Yall lame as fuck acting like she’s supposed to be a fortune teller or something.

And that leprechaun is in prison because of HIMSELF. the sooner yall start holding him accountable for HIS OWN ACTIONS, the sooner you’ll come out of this psychosis

Meanwhile, doing all that dick riding and haven’t gotten that motherfucker a number one for old or new shit. In fact did you know that he released new albums and songs and it came and went and nobody cared?

In fact here’s a photo of the last time he actually was successful at something regarding hit success

The last time he was successful was in a song he was the featured artist not the main artist. That says a lot

if he just kept on making music, stay out of trouble and keep his mouth shut this would have been different.

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Prophecy 🙂‍↔️

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Prophecy 🙂‍↔️

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Let’s Make a Hitchcock (18+)

Of course I’m up at 3am thinking about this man 😫

Jack had already made you cum two times, your legs still shaking from your last orgasm when he got up from the bed. “Where are you going, baby?”, you whined out, your throbbing pussy begging for more, desperate to have his fingers or cock inside of you, anything to feel full.

Jack chuckled, taking his phone from the nightstand. “That desperate for me, huh?” He climbed back onto the mattress, laying down next to you. “Oh, shut up.” You retorted, knowing damn well he and his dick controlled you. “I need a video of this pretty pussy, baby. I miss you too much when I’m on the road.” He ran his fingers through your folds, circling your clit a couple of times, the sensitive bud twitching with overwhelming sensation. You tried to close you legs to him, but he used his left forearm to prop them open. He immediately latched onto you clit, recording the sounds of your moans and squeals on his phone to use later.

“I feel like we need an old video recorder for a sex tape,” you giggled, “make it feel like a 70s porno.” You gripped the sheets as Jack slipped back into you, all of you breath leaving your body. “Ugh, fuck Jack”, you edged out, “fuck me harder, baby”, pleading as Jack started recording you again. “That’s it baby, I want you loud as fuck when you cum around my dick.” He quickened his pace, his pelvic bone pounding against your core with each thrust. “Oh, fuck daddy!” Jack eyed you, a smile creeping on his face as he kept the camera focused on yours. You weren’t usually this vocal, but you wanted Jack to have something to remember you by.

You felt your orgasm building in your stomach, involuntarily clenching down around Jack’s cock. He let out a deep groan, immediately stifling his noise, not wanting to be heard on the video. You hooked your ankles behind his back, pulling him in deeper. “Fuck, baby, careful” he warned. That move always had him seconds from cumming.

“I wanna hear you too, Jack. Be loud for me, baby.” You grazed your hands up his lower stomach, making him shiver. Jack’s moans made you absolutely feral. “Your pussy feels so good baby, so fuckin’ tight.” He snapped his hips up into you repeatedly, his thrusts becoming ragged as he was close to releasing inside you. At this point, he couldn’t even be bothered to record anything; he needed every ounce of his focus to be on fucking you.

“I’m gonna cum, Jack, please make me cum.” You were still putting on your best show as you orgasmed, drenching Jack’s cock and the sheets in your wetness. Jack was right behind you with a couple more pumps, pulling out to cum on your mound. As he caught his breath, he laid down beside you. “I wanna see what you recorded”, you mumbled into his chest. He laughed, wrapping an arm around you.

“I probably didn’t get more than 30 seconds of recording. I was too focused on making you cum.” You laughed, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Well, take 5 minutes to rest then we’re going for another round. This time we’re making a sex tape.” You winked at him as you got up to go to the bathroom.

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True story

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This is not a parody

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WTF?

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Jean-Michel Basquiat, born December 22, 1960, in Brooklyn, New York, was a groundbreaking American artist whose work revolutionized the art world in the 1980s. His raw, expressive style combined elements of street art, abstract expressionism, and African American culture, creating a unique and powerful visual language. Basquiat’s rapid rise to fame was marked by his collaborations with pop artist Andy Warhol, but his tragic early death in 1988 at the age of 27 solidified his place in the “27 Club” of influential musicians and artists who passed away at that age.

Basquiat’s art remains deeply impactful, reflecting themes of race, identity, and social injustice. His works fetch millions at auctions, and his influence continues to inspire contemporary artists today. Despite his brief life, Jean-Michel Basquiat’s legacy as one of the most significant and provocative artists of the 20th century endures, solidifying his place in art history.

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1961,

Jazz Singing Star Ella Fitzgerald and

San Francisco Giants Hall of Fame Baseball Player Willie Mays

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