RedBone by T. Styles

Author:T. Styles [Styles, T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Urban, Alternative History, General, Urban Life, African American, Fiction
ISBN: 9781599832852
Google: ll7w7tAOwNMC
Amazon: B007C73A7E
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2012-04-01T14:23:39.373000+00:00

The Isley Brothers played in the background as Randy widened Farah’s legs while she sat on the toilet. She was completely naked and he turned the water to help her process. “Is it working yet?” He was naked as he stood over her. “You feel like you gotta pee now?”

“Yeah ... I think this is it.” Farah hopped off the toilet, and held her hand between her legs. Drops of yellow liquid escaped her body and she said, “It’s coming, Randy. You gotta go lie down.”

“Hold it, baby,” he said excitedly. “We almost there. When they were back in his room, he lay on a section of his floor covered in plastic. Farah walked over him, removed her hands, and allowed piss to fall all over his stomach, legs, and neck. Randy’s dick got rock hard as he looked up at her body releasing urine. “Damn, that shit felt so good,” he said, licking his lips, tasting a few drops. “And warm.”

Farah had disconnected a long time ago. She wasn’t into sick, demented sex but with Randy she had no choice. Lately every time she was with him, she thought about Slade. When she heard her cell phone go off, indicating she had a text message, she tried to see who it was from where she stood.

“What you doing? Stand over my face and focus on me,” he ordered. “Now spread your pussy lips apart.” He had the best view to see her tiny clit. His mouth watered as he thought about what to do with her body. When her phone went off again, he said, “Next time we fucking, turn your shit on silent. You be with your friends all the time. I need some attention too. After all, you are my fiancée.”

“Sorry, baby, you know my mother is sick.” The more she hated to admit it, the more it was true. Lying had put her into more situations than she knew how to get out of.

When her bladder was empty Randy said, “Grab the Vaseline on the dresser.” Farah’s pussy never got wet enough for him, so he had to help her out. When she picked up the jar off the dresser, she was able to see she had two text messages from Lesa and Rhonda. Since she talked to Coconut at the restaurant, she could only imagine what Rhonda had to say about the matter.

Walking back over to him, she crouched over his face and said, “What you want me to do now?”

“Rub the Vaseline over your pussy and asshole.” He jerked his dick so he could stay hard. “Put a lot of it on, too.” She slathered as much as she thought he wanted, and globs of Vaseline stuck to her pussy, and ran down the insides of her legs. “That’s good, baby.” He wanted her so bad he could feel it. “Now sit on this shit.” Farah slowly eased on top of his thickness. Whenever she fucked him she was able to detach, never getting off.

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