Santa I know this is where I should say that I was embarrassed and stopped immediately. But somewhere in my subconscious I knew I left my door cracked a little just to see what might happen. Boy I was not prepared…………

She always smelled so good all the time, bruh. Like peaches and privilege bih.

In the words of my thot-cestors, Get That Bread, Get That Head, Then Leave.

My name is Tericka and I am in a predicament that may put me on the naughty list. I’m kinda pregnant and I’m only kinda sure who the father is…………..