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[pvnthcrc]

"I never really get to dat level of pig typa drunk, nah mean? But still, I'm just curious if shit will be different if Imma be sober. Ya kno, some shit like a self-chalenge."

“The limit does not exist when wanting to stay sober on a cruise ! Honestly, I had to set myself a limit for the day. Only four drinks maximum a day. As long as you’re not ‘pissy embarrassing drunk’ then I would drink away.”

[pvnthcrc]

"Hydration first, huh? But I guess it won't stop me to drink water, get drunk and high all at once."

“Is there any tutorials on how to stay sober at least for a day while ya onna cruise?”

[pvnthcrc]

"I'm never sober, that's the point. So being sober now would be something new new for me."

“Is there any tutorials on how to stay sober at least for a day while ya onna cruise?”

[pvnthcrc]

"Is there any tutorials on how to stay sober at least for a day while ya onna cruise?"

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[pvnthcrc]

��Nice to meet ya too, Zyla. Besides being in ya room, how do ya like the cruise so far?”

[pvnthcrc]

“And it’s been a long ass while since I’ve been to one as well. But ay, I guess I gotta introduce myself tho, name’s Jahseh.”

[pvnthcrc]

“True dat. I can’t complain ‘bout my room tho but I’m trynna be social at least once inna lifetime, y’kno?” He chuckled some. “If nun gonna happen I guess we all just can throw our own party or sumn’.”

[pvnthcrc]

"Shit it's Friday, what's the move for tonight?"

[pvnthcrc]

ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ᴋɪssᴇs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ 'ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ, ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ sᴡᴇᴀᴛ, ᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴜssʏ ᴡᴇᴛ, ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ sɪʟʜᴏᴜᴇᴛᴛᴇs, ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇs

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚈 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 : 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴

     Another night in fucking jail, another damn night on the bunk that felt as if it was made of rocks. Another sleepless night. And one of those nights when two prisoners behind the wall felt like everyone had to know what they were doing there. Or maybe it was only him, Jahseh, laying there and struggling with the sleep since no one even tried to curse the love doves out?

     It’s not like they were that loud, although Jah could hear their soft moans and grunts, he could hear their dirty conversation and even when the words that they’ve exchanged, it was pretty noticeable that they were in love.

     Jah was laying on his back, pointlessly starring at the ceiling. If he could only fall asleep... He didn’t want to hear all that love making which slowly transformed into rough sex. It felt like a damn torture, it was a long while, five damn years since Jahseh-... He growled lowly and rolled his eyes. Why all this is happening to him? Jah always been the one with hot blood in his veins, as a teen he couldn’t even stop to slang his pride that was in his pants. And here he is, locked up, all alone and the most X X X type of thing that might happen here was the sound of other prisoners having a damn dick appointment.

     A small sigh of frustration left his lips. All he had with him were the memories. Memories of him living that life, he knew he was a damn rockstar. Drugs, alcohol, parties, women... and the baddest bitches. 

     He still remembers that night, he was only 16 and she was 20 plus something. Jahseh had no idea how old Blac Chyna was, nor he had any type of fucks to give about who she was dating at that moment. He just remembers meeting her at one of them after parties where they both a good ass time with cocaine, expensive champagne and strippers shaking their asses for them both. He still remembers them getting in his Lamborghini. Him squeezing the gas pedal and her face on his lap...

     Jahseh swallowed some. Those memories were so vivid like shit happened just  yesterday. His hand slowly snaked down into his sweatpants as he kept replying the feeling of her juicy lips wrapped around his brick hard member; her saliva dripping down from the shaft to his ballsack; her mouth got his dick so wet that it was shining just like the diamonds that he wore on his neck. One hand of his on the wheel, the other one on her head, fingers tangled in her blonde hair as he pushed her lower on his wood. He felt how her throat muscles clung onto him as she tried to adjust...

     Why he had to bring back all these memories? His inches twitched under his touch, he was already tensed up and leaving the problem unsolved would’ve been even worse. Why he had to even think about it all, why he had to replay all this in his head, why he had to remember how he sprayed his kids all over her beautiful face before her slick tongue cleaned him off... He was the one to blame. HIs wrist did a smooth flick which led to a slow stroke over his length. Few more strokes as the python kept growing. Jahseh tried his best to shoo away all the memories and the sex scenes out of his mind, but it was way too late and pointless since his full erection now twitched in his grip. 

     But can he compare his own fist with the tight and warm walls? Jerking himself off can’t be compared to the fat ass that slaps against his crotch while he performs them merciless backshots. He can spit on his own dick but it can’t be compared to the juices that flow down your wood, nothing compares to the feeling when you’re deep inside of that love and her waves start to push you out, but you still stay inside until she screams. And then she screams again when you pull out and put your tongue in work just to collect all the sweet nectar...

     “Fuck..” Jah cursed out yet it sounded more like a frustrated meow as he messed up his sweats with a load of sticky sticky. Why the fuck he has to suffer like this? Yes, he had skills of pleasing himself, but shit can’t be compared. It just can’t.

     Poor Jahseh had no idea he was going to remain sex-less after he’ll get out the hell aka jail.

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[pvnthcrc]

Breaks into the ballroom while there are no activities going on and heads straight to the grand piano. Sits down in front of it resting the bottle of Hennessy on the floor right besides the chair. A blunt hung down in the corner of his mouth. Jah took a little moment to just capture the keys as his finger pads softly slid all over them. It's been a long while. Since he got locked up he didn't had a chance to play. Taking a hit from his blunt, Jahseh began to play, improvising the melody of Pyramids by Frank Ocean.

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[pvnthcrc]

Jah pouted and twisted his poked out lips to the side; he probably talks too much, exposing his own baby-ish preferences was definitely a bad idea. "I'm twenty two, and it's a whole discrimination that only kids can have mac'n'cheese." Without Jah's will his teeth exposed themselves in a grin as he shook his head. "Aigh', aigh', didn't mean to hurt ya lil feelings, calm down tiger." Jahseh let out a low, raspy laughter once Anai performed her buck towards him. French inhaling the smoke Jah peeked at her through the thick smoke. Her question brought back his past that now played in his head. He then took away his eyes from her looking to comoletely other direction. "Beverly Hills High School.." He muttered before stuffing his lungs with another amount of smoke. "You?"

[pvnthcrc]

"Ain't frontin', I only eat mac'n'cheesy so 9 outta 10 times I be all over kids menu." Jah leaned back in his seat and waved his head no when she passed the blunt to him. "Ya keep dat virgin blunt to yaself." He said as he took the one that was laced, allowed the tiny flame to dance all over the tip before he could kiss on the blunt and suck in the smoke. "Here ya go, sittin' here critisizing my fav' shit, not very slatt of you." His lip corner twitched up in a half smile before he took another puff from his blunt. "Why ya ain't smoked in a while?" He then figured that his question was kind of childish so he smirked to himself and then softly nodded his head. "Name's Jahseh. Pleasure to meet ya."

[pvnthcrc]

"Skraight outta kids menu my ass." Jah playfully rolled his eyes as he dropped his velvet chuckle after he was done mumbling. Chuckling once again, Jahseh did a swift motion of his head by cocking it back just to send his dreads off his face before tucking the molly laced blunt behind his ear and pulling out the baggie with purpe-lish buds. "It kinda has a sweet, fruity taste. And shit looks like blueberry buds, ain't it?" His slender fingers fished out one of the buds and showed it to the female before crushing the good into the backwood. His smile grew some exposing his diamond dripping fangs, meanwhile his fingers rolling a new blunt. "Someone sounds like they only go by a kids menu, huh? It will leave you all fucked up and shit." Karti repeated her words just to tease her and after a minute handed her freshly rolled blunt that wasn't laced with anything. "Here ya go, bella." In the next moment Jah flicked the lighter. "What's your name?"

[pvnthcrc]

Karti chuckled at her reply, he could only respect how straight up she was. He scooted to the side some on the white sofa that he was sitting on; a motion of his for her to sit down. "Coo', let's turn dis boat into a spaceship." Jah said and handed her the perfectly rolled blunt. "Dis shit called Blueberry Yum Yum, my fave shit." He named the sort of his favorite plant. "But I got it laced with molly just a lil' so if ya ain't want dat I can roll ya a new one, weed only." He offered while examinig her face.

[pvnthcrc]

Jah's lashes flew up as his dark eyes looked up at the female who was walking past. He was busy dragging his tongue over the blunt, and once he finished the procedure he replied back. "Why to waste the time when I 'lready kno' what Imma 'boutta do?" Jah demonstrates a light smile before he questions the female. "Wanna join?"