Charlene let out a low pensive moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covers as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to calculate towards her clock, feeling her massive, soft tit shift in her light tank top as she rolled.


Blinking against the light of her clock she squinted, it's green led digits almost blinding her in the downright black of her room.


She frowned a piddling in confusion as the Light declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a heavy tie, waking only for her warning signal and even then, oft times that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking nothing of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her helping hand to casually adapt her pectus, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heat of her own soundbox as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more sleep, her oculus closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the unmistakable strait of footsteps downstairs, in her own base. She sat up immediately, listening, centre wide, there had been no mistaking the noise and few affair seldom woke someone like the realization that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.


Again she heard the footsteps, whoever it was was trying to be hush, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar menage. She swallowed anxiously and felt her sum drubbing faster in her chest, two exonerated and distinct emotions rising to the forefront within her.


The first was noetic and to be expected by anyone in her situation, veneration, the fear of the unknown, the fear of personnel casualty, the fear of being hurt.


The second was more of a Charlene matter. anger, pure unadulterated fury.


"Oh, fuck no.."She growled to herself, feeling the pit of veneration condense down into a solid lump of red hot rage.


Someone had had the freshness to break out into her home, invade her area and worse still, disturbed her precious sleep.


She moved to place upright slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the duskiness to her position locker. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the opportunity to tidy up the mess she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a good thing.


She searched with questing finger across the top of the counter, feeling scent bottleful, a hairsbreadth brush, some straighteners, a claw hammer…


She encircled her fingers around the handgrip of the malleus and hefted it, feeling its weightiness in her hands, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's home.


She had the advantage over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the iniquity, bumping into objects, cursing and swearing under their breath, she knew all the ticks and john of her house.


Moving around in the absolute dark she stealthed through her home perfectly, each footstep placed with precision, avoiding the squeaky floorboards, never bumping into an object, making her way across her landing and down her stairs.


She made her way through her sustenance room and towards her kitchen, hearing campaign within and seeing the dim glow of a brightness level, possibly a common mullein as she moved ever closer, trying to prepare herself mentally for whatever could take place next.


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shin brawl unexpectedly into the slope of her coffee tree table, forcing a surprised oink of pain in the neck from between her lips.


She knew her household like the back of her hired man, but this asshole had stumbled through it knocking things around, placing things where they shouldn't be.


As she controlled herself she froze, standing perfectly still, listening.


The intruder too had gone silent, hearing the noise and entering a similar state to her, they both knew they weren't alone now and neither of them knew what they were up against.


She stood still and listened, unable to see a thing as the easy went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any igniter to go by whatsoever.


respiration as softly as she could, she heard them pop to act once again, back towards the keep room this time, towards her and towards the front room access that was on the other side of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side of meat towards the wall, sliding her substructure across the carpet surface slowly to avoid any more noises and to finger for any former misplaced target, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.


She heard them ruffle through the way, cautious, but not as still or sneak as her, she could almost, even in the pitch black, make water out a silhouette, though it could've just been a trick of her mind.


She had to think quickly, they were going to pass aright by her, right between her and one of the sofa. It was possible they had a gun, possible they had a knife, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't danger getting herself cut or guessing, but she was too bloodless to just let them walk out with whatever they had pilfered without at least trying to fight back back. She reached behind her, handwriting feeling lightly at the wall.


She swallowed, her adrenaline revolt as her fingers traced over the rooms light switch.


She would have to recall fast. somersault the permutation, identify the arm, swing.


She felt her inwardness hammering in her chest of drawers and was genuinely afraid the intruder, so close now, would discover it beating away inside her. She could almost feel them as they moved to pass by towards the door.


Charlene flipped the shift, instantly assessing the male in front of her no more than a step away. He was in his late stripling or early on twenties, his hazel eyes widening in shock as he looked towards her, hairsbreadth short-circuit and grim, scramble white, a short shorter than her and a skinny thing wearing all black, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moments in the blinding, sudden, light saw a fair sex, tall, black skinned, wearing grey short and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to give his backtalk to yelp in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


The foremost, seemingly, a war cry, as Charlene roared in defiance, the minute, Charlene herself, all but flying at him.


She dropped her pound and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the gimcrack noise and the sudden light disarming him of the only nauseating weapon he apparently possessed, his wits, which she assumed was not that great to begin with given the muss he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him gruelling, bearing him to the story with her exercising weight and military strength, fueled and heighten by her adrenaline haste as she took him to the floor, instantly engaging in a struggle.


He flailed, gasping and yelping under her as he squirmed, he landed a few collision on her belly and substantial dresser, but without any actual magnate behind them all they served to do was piss her off further.


She grunted as he hit her with a one-half balled fist in the side of the chief, causing her to grit her teeth and two-base hit down her drive, shifting her body free weight as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic genu and finally allowing her to achieve her objective.


He gasped loudly and froze, a fragile wrist in each of her unattackable hands, one of her genu resting on the dry land, the other dig into his crotch.


"ass travel a fucking inch and I put all of my fucking system of weights on my left articulatio genus. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long smuggled hair falling around her side as she stared down into the face of a unknown, seeing that the intense and specific pain had very certainly go his attention.


He nodded some, eying her with wide, panicky eyes.


She eyed him over for a few long moments, apart from being a colossal asshole for breaking into her house, she had to admit he was sort of cute, he had a boyish charm that she usually looked for in her perspective better half.


Shame, really, that the cunning ones were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to face him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no sense letting a dependable opus of eye candy go completely to barren, after all.


She moved up onto her knees, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the tiniest bit of extra pressure onto his junk, his heart flicking between her brass and her titmouse, huge and full, her moody segmentation prominent in her skimpy nighttime top as she reached behind her, picking up her malleus from where it had fallen, causing him to blench significantly.


"Here 's whats going to take place. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the hammer. If your paw aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her chief some, narrowing her eyes."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


"... You hit me with the hammer."he said, his first password to her, panicky and quiet.


She snorted."dead reckoning you have a head prison cell after all."


She moved to suffer off of him, her arm raised her body tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any more than prospect, especially given that his wear was at large and baggy, with a multitude of pocket that could hide any number of switch steel or other minor but just as effective weapons.


"standstill up. And take your dress off."


He leaned up on his elbows, hesitating."I… What ?"


"You could be fucking hiding anything. I'm not being stabbed just to protect your fucking modestness. dump the wearing apparel then get your hands up."she frowned severely, her representative conveying her severity and severeness.


He flushed with color, obviously debating his next move but with her standing over him, hammer ready, he wasn't really left with any itinerary former than the one laid out for him.


He sat up and started to remove his jacket and shirt, the jacket landing heavily on the floor, pockets laden, she didn't doubt, with whatever he had pilfered from her home.


As he started to untie his belt he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his pale slender body, formula undecipherable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


She let out a scant, sharp laughter,"You're sorry ? Oh well ! That 's all fucking right then, isn't it ?"she snorted in amusement and ridicule,"rushing the fuck up."


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his long legs, kicking off his shoe and setting both in a pile before following suit with his dark air-sleeve, leaving him sitting in a pair of Black Boxer.


He moved to stand up but she tutted, waving the mallet at him with a hint of menace,"Everything hon."


"You ... ca n't be serious."he protested, voice plane, now kneeling as he had made to stand, looking up at her incredulously, his cheeks red.


"Ca n't feature you bringing any ‘ concealed weapon'to bare on me. Every. Thing."she said, emphasizing each word with a wave of her hammer.


He let out a wonky suspiration and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxers, revealing his software program to her, about four inches flaccid between his thigh, a patch of drab hair above his length and under his blazonry seemingly the only when torso hair he boasted.


She couldn't helper but smirk a minuscule at his sizing. To Charlene, white boy were so often fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no danger of mistaking him for a girl like some of her previous partners, no fem-trap. But at the same time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No toned soundbox or muscles, no strong jaw or slurred face fungus. Just a untried man, slender and lithe.


"Mm.. Cute. Hands up, upstairs, march."She ordered, moving behind him, her own weapon system still raised, her own concealed arm starting to pay attention…


"tone, I didn't have to break your doorway or anything, I just picked the lock, I haven't actually damaged anything."he whined weakly as he walked ahead of her, cheeks aflame at the embarrassment of being stripped and forced to walk before her.


"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the police are going to delight picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your knickers back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stairs, her eyes firmly fixed on his ass cheeks as they shifted with each step upwards."I do n't bang whether this is a misdemeanor or a felony but either way I bet you're going to consume a rattling fun meter behind bars."


He stiffened a little, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the steps as he was, with her just a couple behind she again afforded him an excellent view down her top.


Charlene wasn't a chummy woman, nor was she a skinny girl. She had been described by her protagonist instead as a locally blessed woman. Her trunk was attractive, but her breasts were huge and drew significant attending, each one full and soft, around the size of her own head if not a trivial bigger, natural and pushed up by her nighttime top to create a unquestionable valley of cleavage.


"I er.."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his eyes up to meet her,"I ca n't go to jail.."


"She laughed again and pushed him forward with the top of her power hammer, urging him towards her bedroom where her phone lay plugged in and charging.


"Oh yeah sure. I'm sure that without you your poor old mom or some shit would just be completely lost, right ?"


"My sister actually.."he said, though the resignation in his voice made it percipient he already knew she wouldn't believe his get up lie.


"Pft. Sure. Sit your ass down."she commanded, pointing to the bed as they entered the room.


He did as he was told, sitting on the bound as she turned the room 's visible radiation on, moving around to her bedside tabular array and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her earpiece down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the entire time, reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside tabular array, pulling out a twain of pinko fuzzy cuff and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrists behind your back."


He looked up at her, make to object but just sighed and complied, wiggling as struggled to fit the cuffs around his wrists behind him, but she waited patiently until he was all cuffed in and secure.


"police force are going to have a inferno of a laughter when they come to pick you up huh ? All naked and cuffed up.."she smirked.


"Please… I'll do anything, I just… I just ca n't go to jail. Please ?"he said, his vox sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his destiny was sealed, but he couldn't aid himself but plead.


She eyed him over as she placed her hammer down, figuring she no longer needed it with him restrained as he was and picked up her phone, walking to stand in straw man of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiful mass of the boy.


He wasn't crying, but he was finish she could tell, his white rooster soft between his thighs, his overplus, and disgrace written plain as day across his face.


"Anything ?"she asked, holding her sound in her hand at such an Angle that he could see she had typed in 911 and had only to hit dial.


He glanced from the phone to her, a sparkle of Hope in his beautiful brown eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her full back talk as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to caress over the satiny smooth peel of his articulatio humeri, quick under her touch.

"Even… Sex stuff ?"she asked, smirking a niggling playfully, her representative adopting a sultry tone.


She enjoyed the free rein of emotions across his face at the estimation, disbelieve, machination, an obvious element of attractor, the hope in his heart grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that lucky white boy.."She reached a hand down into the movement of her shorts and wrapped her fingers around the alkali of her easygoing cock, hefting it free and into the light, her thick, meaty log bouncing a base or so from his side as it flopped free of its confines.


"O-oh fuck.. I… You're.."he stammered, staring at the adult female 's huge cock.


"Bigger mild than you are hard ? Yeah, I guessed that."she grinned.


He blushed brighter and looked up at her, afraid and uncertain.


"Question for you white boy, would you soak up dick to continue out of jail ? Sounds like a fair buy to me. Pretty little matter like you would probably end up sucking peter in jail anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her shortstop in a casual motion."Was worth a try, you're pretty fucking cute you know.. But ah well."she lifted the speech sound to her ear, though she hadn't actually pressed dial.


"W-wait !"


"Mm ?"she looked down at him, admiring the desperation and conflict in his eyes.


"I ... Fuck ... I'll do it, delight, just.. Do n't call the constabulary, please."he said, vocalization shaky and defeated.


She looked down at him, lowering her phone."Alright, go ahead."she put her hands on her hips, waiting patiently.


"But.. Your shorts…"he protested weakly.


"You've got dentition, haven't you ? intimately use them now to pull my shorts down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty niggling sassing of yours you're going to care I'd just called the police.."she threatened.


His buttock red and his center watery he nodded, leaning forward till his olfactory organ pressed gently into the hot chocolate hide of her exposed stomach, his dentition finding the edge of her trunks and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, bound as he was to work her shorts down over her swelling stopcock. She had a here and now to chew over on how well things had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient of an unwanted invasion to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a touch of poetic justice.


He let out a little whine as he worked her shorts down, feeling her immense cock press against his face as he did his best to free it, what choice did he have, after all ?


"Mm.. Good start."She purred as her pecker, now semi firmly came to roost against his hot, flushed cheek having once more bounce complimentary of its cloth confines.


She worked her shorts down over her pelvic arch, letting them fall to the floor to get them out of the way as she leaned forward slightly, bumping the tip of her black, engorging putz against his lips.


"wellspring ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his eyes and took a late, shaky breath, but parted his lips for her.


"Oooh Good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his lip for her, Charlene wasted no clip in sliding the thick mushroom tip of her cock into his mouthpiece and onto his lingua, one hired hand coming to take a breather in his dark hair as she started to slowly piece of work her pelvis forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouthpiece around her member.


He tried to save himself chill out as he felt it, hot and squishy, pressing into his mouth, even in his mellow land of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his back talk. He felt its heat, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his natural language, seeking out pleasure from him as it coated itself in his spit.


"Mm.. Typically, sucking putz involves sucking.."she commented idly, squeezing the smattering of hair that she held, trying to cue him to action.


He let out a cushy little whimper between his sass but after a moment 's waver, she felt them close tighter around the tool of her poverty-stricken rooster, forming a seal as his cheeks caved in, resigning himself to sucking on her pole.


"Oooh fuck that 's good.. Mm.."she bit her lip and looked down at him over the swell of her tit, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty shaft repeatedly over his natural language, each push in surrounding her dick in the wet heat of his mouth, each wrench out causing the sucking to intensify.


"You're practiced at this baby.."she murmured, her peter now rock strong between his back talk, as thick and full as the son own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your drumhead now.. Just hold on going for me, yeah ?"


She tentatively released his hair and while he slowed, obviously conflicted, he still felt as if he wasn't left with much of a option, his sassing continuing to glide over the spit shined length of her tool, taking the midst, mushroom tip and several column inch of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his lip with each of her dense knife thrust.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her knife thrust, the boys head starting to bob backward and forwards to go on himself moving at the pace she had set. Before retentive she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to keep up the tempo, he had begun to move his own drumhead with increasing speed, leading to him bobbing his mind as he sucked her shaft, his centre closed, so focused on his project he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to break dance his compactness but at the same meter wanting to experience more, not content with the loot she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without vacillation, his cheeks blushing as he began, with each draw back on her cock, to eddy his tongue around the spiritualist tip of her cock, causing her to shudder in joy.


"A-ah.. Just like that.. Yes.."she murmured, reaching down to grip the Base of her cock where his lips couldn't reach, jerking herself off, meeting his rhythm, spreading his saliva down her cock, coating it as she watched him dote on her sinister cock.


"You like Black person cock, do n't you.."she smirked a little.


That got his care, his eyes fluttered open and his lips moved up her cock, letting it lessen free of his mouth with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of noise, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty cock.


"N-no I.. You're making me do this.."He protested, representative weak.


"variety of, yeah.."she agreed with a shrug."But that doesn't mean value you aren't enjoying it, tweed boy.."


He blushed brightly and looked down, embarrassed and confused about himself.


Charlene tilted her head and looked down, her smile spreading."... Oooh fuck. Is that a hard-on ?"


He blushed brighter and almost doubled over as if he could hide it from her now.


She laughed some and shook her oral sex."Fuck, you should've fucking told me you were getting off on this too."


He remained stoically silent, knowing anything he said would only serve to dig the hole he'd gotten himself into deeper.


She pursed her lips, eying him,"screw, you break into my abode, try to steal my SOB and now you go all shy on me. Tell you what I 'll make it easy for you, do a near job sucking my cock and I wo n't have sex your ass. That all the motivating you need ?"


He looked up at her sharply, his eyes widening as he looked from her gaze to her monumental, throbbing cock, pointing right wing at his lips. He imagined that monster inside him and visibly winced.


"Yeah big isn't it,"she commented, following his regard with a grin, shifting her rose hip from side to side, pointedly wagging her turncock at him."fountainhead ? .."


"If.. If I do this you'll let me go ?"he said, voice still marred with that adorable uncertainty.


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't fuck your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a good job and I'll let you see my titmouse, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. Sound fair ? I mean you better think so because I'm not going to generate you any early offers."


"..I mean…"he said, displaying his uncertainty once again, it was by far his cute aspect, which given the frequency he was displaying it, was probably for the best.


"goodness !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainty switching to confusion as she moved to again find her phone, picking it up.


"What.. What're you doing ?"


She smirked at him,"Making a memory.."


He looked up at her as she moved back to again stand up before him, meeting her eyes for a few hanker moments, she held her telephone in one hand, pointing the camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a video or more potential, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her wickedness tool, looking at a tiny bead of net pre that had formed on its head.


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his lips bump against the hot spongy tip, seeing no other choice as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her tool into the welcoming rut of his oral cavity, eliciting another moan from her.


She closed her eyes and tilted her caput back, it had been a long while since she had had such a captive audience in the bedchamber, especially such a cute submissive one, who was, despite his remonstrance, she knew, enjoying himself.


"Feels just doesn't it, to service a very cock.. Mm.. You should nonplus around, I could use a fellow with a lip like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the desire effect of his look of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her cock filled his mouthpiece, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his lingua played across her sensitive flesh.


"You don't like the audio of that ?"She said with a mocking moue,"I guess I can see why. You wouldn't make such a nifty boyfriend… Messy house… High maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an excellent girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a piddling cock like that, it's not like you'd be doing often in the way of topping anyway is there.."


He blushed but kept his eyes on her, distracting her from her taunt. He looked beautiful to her, with her cock between his brim, her delight mounting and building as he continued his amateur, but wonderful cock sucking, their heart locked.


"Mm.. tone into the television camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her cock between her fingers as her joy started to ramp up, her other bridge player trying to steadily hold the phone, her eyes flicking from him to the moving effigy of him on her screen, making sure she captured every second of action for posterity and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his dark optic beautiful, the demarcation between his white skin, red cheeks, and her black cock almost esthetic, though she knew it would hardly be a posh study of art. more of Helen Hunt Jackson Pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, voice firm but foolhardy with lust and pleasance, her own needs beginning to mount as he serviced her.


To her delight he responded without intermission, his rim moving faster along her slick shadow length, her moans and sounds of pleasure becoming more than enounce as the lewd suck and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their worlds with the unmarried act of him sucking cock for the first-class honours degree clip.


"sister that feels so have a go at it good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her articulatio humeri as she struggled to stay standing, her legs growing rickety with the pleasance as he pushed his head up and down her distance, diffuse, slightly swollen lips rolling up and down the steely tough, but still slick soft duration of her shaft, his tongue pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the underside, utilising every john he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasized about, to pleasure this nighttime woman, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to make believe me cum.."she said, her breather hastening, her mouth undefendable slightly as she wet her full phase of the moon lips with her pinko tongue, her pleasance coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick magazine, wet length of her wickedness shaft and pulled back slightly so her unvoiced, visibly pulsing cock pulled liberal of his wanting lip with another lewd pop, a line of his spitting connecting his pink knife to the swell head of her big, grim cock.


He whimpered a small, almost looking disappointed as her rooster popped release of his rim, kneeling in figurehead of her, cheeks flushed and eyes one-half lidded.


Despite her overpower need and want she made sure to capture everything she needed to on her photographic camera, his lascivious, wanting gaze, his lips parted, his spit out, so lost in his own submissive wants he probably didn't make his actions, his own stopcock clearly hard in the image, she bit her replete lip and felt the first spark of sexual climax archway through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her best to stabilise the camera as her climax hit her, thick Edward White circle of cum launching from her throbbing putz as she stroked it, streaking across his nerve and skin, gluing one of his beautiful eyes shut as she was sure to make sure a few thick strands crack between his parted lips, landing on his knife, letting him savour the end result of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with delight as she let her fingerbreadth glide up and down her slick shaft, her balls twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his face and into his waiting back talk, the shooting strands slowing to become a trickling stream which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to go the last few drops which she squeezed out onto his natural language, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky bead as it formed.


"Oh my god.. That just.. That just felt so make out amazing.."she panted, her cock starting to damp in her hands as she fed it again between his lips, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his back talk closing around the warm, sticky tip of her pecker as his tongue bathed it, eeking out every lastly smidgin of pleasure she could muster.


Charlene let out a minuscule sighing shiver of delight and tossed her phone onto the bed after ending the recording, reaching down to caress his beautiful face."You can't fucking say you didn't love that.."she purred.


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening pecker in his oral cavity as she caressed him, his boldness flushed. They both knew he had though he still couldn't bring himself to say it.


She smirked,"Since you ca n't admit how a lot you liked it and how often you want more than, I'll make that well-fixed too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a week. Or I post that telecasting online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't gift a fuck. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that help you huh, white boy ? You can let me use like we both want without having to say you freely gave yourself up to a shemale top."


He slowly let the softening shot fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her second joint, his consistency squirming slightly, saltation as he was, trying to shake his own ignored cock."If.. If I have no early choice.."he said, trying his best to sound thwarted, though he was struggling to deny how he so clearly felt.


Charlene smirked, entertainment knit stitch on her characteristic."None whatsoever. Now, it's like, fucking four AM. I'm going to clean you up and go the fuck to sleep."


She reached down to scuffle his haircloth, turning her backrest to him and taking a stride away, digit finding the hem of her storage tank top and raising it up over her drumhead, denying him the view of her Brobdingnagian, heavy knocker as they spilled free from her top, letting the small-scale shirt fall to the floor.


She looked over her articulatio humeri and smirked, enjoying his eager expression, how quickly this whitened boy had fallen for her fatheaded cock.


"After all,"she said, her voice low and full moon of hope,"We've got a very busy day tomorrow…"She winked.


She'd have to find out his name at some full point .