Ridge

watch my parents???? shit bitch I’d coach em!! Pops work that woman!! Make me another brother!!! Momma ride that dick!!!! Like damn son Id be bringing snacks and refreshments sitting in a collapsable chair front row asking “yall niggas need some water? a sandwich? Ight” like damn i know Imma be fucked up afterwards and family dinners will never be the same but after my money come through imma be laying wide awake at night and crying myself to sleep due to that memory burned into my brain on a temperpedic mattress and down stuffed pillows. Imma probably have a therapist too but yall best believe that little couch i have to lay on while i admit my darkest fears to him is gonna be made of silk and velvet, Ya feel?