Hair - DD Osama

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"ma can you do my hair for me?" Dd looked at me as I was under the covers "dd im tired

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"ma can you do my hair for me?" Dd looked at me as I was under the covers "dd im tired.." i moaned turning the opposite way "pleasee maa yk I gotta video shoot tmrw"

"oh my gosh go get the hair products" I said rubbing my eyes sitting up as he smiled running away to the hair products like a little kid as ddot walked in the room.

"wassup kids" ddot said stuffing a donut in his mouth "ddot were both very much older than you" I said looking at him as he sat at the edge of dd's bed turning on the xbox.

"whateva bozo" he said causing me to slap the back of his neck and him bucking at me. Dd walked ran back sitting between my legs as I parted his hair.

"nappy ass head" I said making him look at me offended "whatchu want done?" I said looking at him.

"do ya thing ma" dd said putting his head down so I could part it.

15 minutes later

"DAMN THAT NIGGA KILLED ME" ddot rage quitting pouting on the floor like a baby making me laugh at him.

"now ddot.." I said looking at him "you dont understand bruh this shit making me mad" he said looking like he was about to cry " I think you should take a break ddot.." I said trying to hold back my laugh so he wouldn't start crying.

I finished dd's hair making him look in the mirror at his two cornrows smiling. "Thank you mami" he said hugging my and pecking my lips "un un kiss me right" I said looking at him making him suck his teeth and roll his eyes kissing me again.

"you niggas nasty" ddot said getting up and sitting in between my legs as I sat back down.

"uhmm.. whatchu doin.." I said looking at him.
"Do my hair sis" he said making me laugh "un un get somebody else to do it" I said laying back down.

"woww you so fakee" ddot said stomping out the room making me laugh before falling asleep.

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