Ozempic H*es: My Ozempic Plug Said It Was Free If I’d Sit On Him First

MARGARET

You judging me? That’s cute. This 'zempic wasn’t gonna pay for itself and my coochie’s a currency he couldn’t resist. I give him weight on his face and he gives me what I need. No lies, no love. Until one Sunday, his beard’s soaked in sin and his hands start holding me like I’m more than a nut in a sundress. Now I’m not just getting injected. I’m catching feelings I never budgeted for. That wasn’t part of the plan.

DARRELL

I ain’t got money. I ain’t got clout. But I got a tongue and some free shots, and that’s enough to keep the right woman coming back. Margaret sits on my face like she’s blessing me for real. I should’ve kept it simple. Pussy for prescriptions. But she tastes like purpose and walks like she owns me. I been giving out this shot to plenty, but now she looking at me like I’m hers. And maybe I wanna be.

This one’s for the hood girls with real bodies, real bills, and no patience for fake love.

If you like it dirty, desperate, and all up in your feelings, you already know what to do.

😈 Sit down. Ride up. Get injected. 😈