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Jay leaned against the table in his wife's "studio" surrounded by mirrors while he rolled a blunt taking his time as he poured the product from the pocket sized weed grinder with his initials on it when he heard a deep sigh come from across the room .
When she looked up but said nothing he continued what he was doing preserving his energy for the the intense fuck session she had been apparently been needing for some time before things boiled over and her rude ass scared her dancers into calling him from his job to come take care of her .
He had all day to bring her back to her senses so he might as well get comfortable.
"You can't smoke in here"Bey said as soon as the overwhelming pungent smell of weed hit the air as he exhaled.
"There's literally a big ass "No smoking" sign right about your head" she pointed out .
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But He ignored her
She was at strike two already with all this unnecessary attitude and he wanted to at least get a few puffs in before he started but she was already ruining his high with all the complaining and heavy sighing as she knocked stuff over and pouted in the mirror like a big ass kid instead of using her words but he had something for that ass.
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