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Everyone else, enjoy! The rhythmic tap-tap-tap of her friend's phone echoed through the room, a steady backdrop to Bianca's excitement. You ain't even gonna respond with a 'Yasss, Queen'? Emani Brown sighed and flopped onto her pillow, tearing her gaze away from her Instagram feed.
Those legs, hunny The HBIC is in the building! Anyways, these legs ain't the only thing I'm tryna floss on the 'gram. Her backside looked like two chocolate whoppers swallowing the g-string in her asscrack. Give your doctor some head, because he did his thing with that ass! How'd you even get the money for a BBL? Honestly, E, if you put yourself out there more you could have a nice body too. But if Bianca saw the look on her face, she'd see that comment rubbed her wrong. Bianca Blaze and Emani Brown had been best friends for over three years now.
They instantly hit it off after meeting at an influencer party in LA. Bianca was the bigger IG Model, but Emani didn't seem to mind.
There was enough money in this business for everyone. But while Bianca got thousands of likes, Emani's page remained stagnant. Her subliminal digs were just another reminder that Emani wasn't "on her level". Just look at all these comments, girl. I knew I was a bad bitch, but muthafucka's making me feel like Princess Diana!
