The mere sight of his house, instantly boosted Elijah's spirit as he turned into the driveway and parked his car.
Shutting the engine off, he leaned back into the seat and closed his eyes, allowing a deep sigh of relief escape from his mouth. Having worked seven, twelve hours shifts straight this week, the twenty-eight-year-old, was more than happy to finally be off. After a few moments, he opened his brown eyes and got out of the car, ready to decompress for the next few days.
Walking to the door, he pulled out his phone and re-read the text message Latasha sent him earlier today.
"When you get off, come straight to the bedroom! Don't even shower!"
Puzzled by his wife's weird demand, he went inside and followed her instructions. Going directly to their room located in the back of their house. Opening the door, his eyes grew wide when he saw what was waiting for him.
There she was, laying on the bed dressed up as a Japanese schoolgirl! Only her sailor uniform was extremely vulgar. The navy blue skirt was short and showed much of her plump dark brown thighs. He was certain that if she shifted a little, her pantie covered fupa would be exposed. The white button-up shirt was barely containing her 40GG sized bosom in. All she had to do was take a deep breath and the tight fabric would surely pop open. Finally, the blonde bob wig and neon-bright blue eyeshadow, lipstick, and nails she wore completed the look that he would often find himself growing instantly hard for.
A highschool ganguro.
Looking up from her phone, Latasha noticed her husband standing there in awe of her appearance. With a smirk of her face, she got into character.
"Hey lard ass! You can't just go staring at people, you fat glasses-wearing loser!" She said in a tone that was a pitch higher than her normal voice. Making her sound like an angry teen.
Flinging her phone that she was playing with onto the bed, the five-foot-nine plump juvenile wannabe got up and made her way towards him. Shoving her decorated fingernail into his chest. She then started going off on him. "You better pay me or else I'll make a scene!"
Immediately getting the idea of what she was doing, he came up with his own dialogue to play along.
"Ah miss please don't, I don't want that. How about I pay you off?" Elijah stated as started to play the role of a man that got caught up in a tricky situation. Producing a fifty-dollar bill to show her.
Snatching the currency from his hands, the dark skin woman turned around to reach for her phone. As she did, her short skirt hiked up showing him the piece of fabric that was being devoured by her huge ass.
Feeling embolden, Elijah made his way behind her, grabbing a good handful of her booty. "Would you like to earn some more money?"
He asked the girl who turned around quickly to glare at the pretend pervert.
"Fine fatty, what do you want?" The pretending school girl asked with a scowl on her face and an annoyed tone in her voice.
Smiling, the husky red-brown complexioned man placed his hands gently on her shoulders, pushing her down on to her knees.
Taking the hint, the wannabe gyaru reached up and unfastened his pants. She then yanked them plus her boxers down to the ground; unveiling his dick and balls to the open air. "God, you stink fat ass! Do you even bathe?" She exclaimed before lowering herself further and wrapping her whole mouth around his nuts. Latasha then started to roll her tongue over his testicles without removing them from her big trap, while roughly pumping his shaft with her soft hands.
Feeling himself getting close to cumming after a few minutes of her oral administration, Elijah pulled his nutsack away from her orifice and replaced it with his leaking meat stick. Shoving it straight into her mouth; before shooting his creamy DNA sauce straight down her throat.
Feeling the slimy substance slide down her esophagus, Holly's eyes rolled upward as she swallowed the potential children of her husband while still somehow managing to maintain an angry look on her round face. After a few minutes, the cosplaying black woman pulled herself off the dick with a loud pop.
"There fatass, are you happy?" she asked while still playing the character of a pissed off tan gal.
"Of course. But...I want more. How far are you willing to go for this?" He asked; while producing six hundred dollars bills.
Still having a glare adoring her face now, she stood up and went to lay on the bed. Holly then lifted her skirt, exposing to him that what he saw earlier was the end of a blue crotchless thong. "Hurry up fatty and cum!" She semi-yelled.
"Such slutty underwear for a school girl!" He stated while making his way over to her. He then started rubbing his fingers up and down her slit. Discovering that she was wet, Elijah coated his digits with her juice and brought them to her face.
"Seems like I'm not the only one who wants this!" He then shoved his fingers into her parted lips and smirked when she started sucking them and licking them.
Pulling his hand away, he hooked his thick feelers into the tight openings of her blouse and yanked them in opposite directions.
