just a thought about randy jr being your baby daddy
randy jr needs more love up here, i’m begging
(18+) backshots, randy being a dirty talker & slightly mean. didn’t proofread, excuse mistakes!
You were only supposed to drop your son off and go back home to get ready for a date; but you found yourself bent over your baby daddy’s island, why? All because he said you weren’t going out with and I quote “a lame ass square”, but you argued back stating you were single and do as you pleased—randy was not going for that, and that’s how you landed in this predicament now.
“you wake our child up and that’s your ass ma.” Randy’s voice whispered in your ear. His left hand kept a tight grip on your hip, while his other hand wrapped around your hair, tugging harshly while you were bent over the kitchen island—the cold marble and the stimulation sent your body in a frenzy causing endless cries spew from your mouth.
Randy’s hips smacked harshly, his tip kissing at your cervix, a clapping sound filled the lower part of the house. The feeling had you on your tippy toes, squirming to get away.
“where the fuck you going, take this shit.” Randy removed his hand that was wrapped around your hair to give you a harsh smack across your ass making you bite your lip hard to muffle the loud moan you wanted to let out.
Randy wanted to make sure you weren’t going to leave his house to go on that date—his thrusts became even more reckless, grunts seeping through his mouth as he felt your walls clench around him.
He looked down to see a creamy white ring that was at the base of his dick, the sight made a deep moan rumbled from his chest. “making a mess on my dick but you going on a date? so nasty of you ma.”
His words sent your lower half hot, whimpering in response. You felt yourself getting lightheaded and your thighs began to tremble. “ran-hicc-please.” Randy let out a deep chuckle.
“you finna cum on me?” His grip on your hip tightened—somehow his thrusts got even harder. “go head ma, make a mess.”
A loud squeal ruptured from your mouth as your body locked up, your head dropping on the counter, toes curled tightly as your orgasm ripped through you—the intensity of it made tears spring in your eyes.
Your walls throbbed around Randy causing his dick to twitch profusely, triggering his own orgasm. His head flew back to the ceiling, another groan rumbling from his chest. His thrusts became sloppy as you milked him dry.
Randy finally came to a stop, slowly pulling out of you with a faint wet sound, his chest heaving heavily, admiring the nasty mess you two created.
You weakly turned your head to check the clock on the wall, it read 10:30–your date started at 9. Randy also turned his head in the same direction, a chuckle ringed through the air.
“Told you that you weren’t going on that date.”
