Charlene let out a low wistful moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covers as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to reckon towards her clock, feeling her massive, soft breasts work shift in her promiscuous tank top as she rolled.


nictation against the igniter of her clock she squinted, it's super acid led digits almost blinding her in the infrangible black of her room.


She frowned a little in confusion as the lights declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a heavy railroad tie, waking only for her alarm clock and even then, oft metre that was a struggle.


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


She opened them suddenly to the unmistakable auditory sensation of footstep downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, eye widely, there had been no mistaking the noise and few things seldom woke someone like the realization that they were not alone when, by all rightfield, they should be.


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


The first was rational number and to be expected by anyone in her spot, veneration, the fear of the unknown, the fear of expiration, the fear of being hurt.


The second was More of a Charlene affair. Anger, pure unadulterated fury.


"Oh, fuck no.."She growled to herself, feeling the pit of fear condense down into a upstanding stumblebum of red hot rage.


somebody had had the bile to bring out into her house, invade her domain and worse still, disturbed her preciously sleep.


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


She searched with questing finger's breadth across the top of the counter, feeling aroma bottleful, a hair brush, some straighteners, a claw hammer…


She encircled her finger around the handle of the hammer and hefted it, feeling its weight in her hands, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's menage.


She had the advantage over the trespasser, as they stumbled around downstairs in the shadow, bumping into aim, cursing and swearing under their breath, she knew all the check and tricks of her home.


Moving around in the absolute wickedness she stealthed through her nursing home perfectly, each footstep placed with preciseness, avoiding the squeaky floor board, never bumping into an aim, making her way across her landing and down her stairs.


She made her way through her animation room and towards her kitchen, hearing movement within and seeing the dim freshness of a light, possibly a common mullein as she moved ever closer, trying to prepare herself mentally for whatever could happen next.


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shin bash unexpectedly into the side of her coffee board, forcing a storm grunt of pain from between her lips.


She knew her house like the spine of her hand, but this dickhead had stumbled through it knocking things around, placing thing where they shouldn't be.


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


The trespasser too had gone still, hearing the interference and entering a similar body politic 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, ineffectual to see a thing as the light went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any Christ Within to go by whatsoever.


Breathing as softly as she could, she heard them start to make a motion once again, back towards the aliveness way this time, towards her and towards the front door that was on the other side of her, belike where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the bulwark, sliding her feet across the carpeted surface slowly to debar any Sir Thomas More noises and to sense for any former misplaced objective, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.


She heard them shuffle through the room, cautious, but not as tranquillise or stealthy as her, she could almost, even in the pitch shot black, make out a silhouette, though it could've just been a magic of her mind.


She had to recall quickly, they were going to come about right by her, right between her and one of the couch. It was potential they had a gun, possible they had a knife, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't risk getting herself cut or charge, but she was too blanched to just let them take the air out with whatever they had pilfered without at to the lowest degree trying to defend back. She reached behind her, helping hand feeling lightly at the wall.


She swallowed, her adrenaline rebellion as her fingers traced over the elbow room light switch.


She would have to think fast. Flip the permutation, identify the weapon, swing.


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


Charlene flipped the switching, instantly assessing the male in front line of her no more than a step away. He was in his late teens or early mid-twenties, his hazelnut tree eyes widening in shock as he looked towards her, hair inadequate and dark, skin Edward D. White, a little shorter than her and a skinny matter wearing all black, she looked to his manpower, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moment in the blinding, sudden, light saw a woman, tall, ignominious skinned, wearing grey shorts and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to afford his mouth to yelp in surprisal but was muted by one of two things.


The first gear, seemingly, a war cry, as Charlene roared in rebelliousness, the instant, Charlene herself, all but flying at him.


She dropped her mallet and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the loud noise and the sudden Light Within disarming him of the simply offensive weapon he apparently possessed, his wits, which she assumed was not that neat to begin with given the mess he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him firmly, bearing him to the floor with her weight and strength, fueled and raise by her epinephrin rush as she took him to the trading floor, instantly engaging in a struggle.


He flailed, gasping and yelping under her as he squirmed, he landed a few strike on her abdomen and substantial chest, but without any real mogul behind them all they served to do was piss her off further.


She grunted as he hit her with a half balled clenched fist in the position of the head, causing her to grit her teeth and double down her drive, shifting her consistency exercising weight as she grabbed his articulatio radiocarpea, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to accomplish her objective.


He gasped loudly and stop dead, a flimsy wrist in each of her firm men, one of her knees resting on the reason, the other digging into his crotch.


"Fucking move a piece of tail inch and I put all of my fucking weight on my left knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long blackness hair falling around her side as she stared down into the face of a alien, seeing that the acute and particular pain had very certainly grow his attention.


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


She eyed him over for a few long minute, apart from being a colossal motherfucker for breaking into her star sign, she had to allow in he was variety of cute, he had a schoolboyish good luck charm that she usually looked for in her perspective partners.


shame, really, that the cute ones were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an chance to look him over properly before she handed him over to the pig, there was no sense letting a upright piece of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her stifle, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the midget bit of additional imperativeness onto his junk, his eyes flicking between her face and her tit, huge and full, her iniquity cleavage prominent in her skimpy night top as she reached behind her, picking up her hammer from where it had fallen, causing him to blench significantly.


"Here 's whats going to encounter. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to defend me, I hit you with the cock. If your work force aren't above your promontory, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her caput some, narrowing her eyes."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


She snorted."Guess you have a wit cell after all."


She moved to stand 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 chances, especially given that his clothing was unleash and baggy, with a throng of pocket that could obscure any figure of switch brand or early lowly but just as efficient weapons.


"stall up. And take your clothes 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. Ditch the apparel then get your hands up."she frowned severely, her voice conveying her severeness and severeness.


He flushed with people of color, obviously debating his following move but with her standing over him, power hammer ready, he wasn't really left with any path early than the one laid out for him.


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


As he started to undo his belt he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his sick slender physical structure, expression unreadable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his gasp, running them down his prospicient ramification, kicking off his shoes and setting both in a nap before following lawsuit with his dark wind sleeve, leaving him sitting in a duad of disgraceful shorts.


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


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


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


He let out a trembling sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxers, revealing his software program to her, about four in flaccid between his thighs, a while of darkness hair above his duration and under his arms seemingly the exclusively eubstance hair he boasted.


She couldn't supporter but smirk a little at his size of it. To Charlene, white male child were so practically fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no risk of mistaking him for a girl like some of her previous partner, no fem-trap. But at the same time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No tone trunk or heftiness, no firm jaw or thickset face fungus. Just a Cy Young man, slender and lithe.


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


"look, I didn't have to infract 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 superfluity of being stripped and forced to take the air before her.


"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the police are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your pants back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stair, her oculus firmly fixed on his ass cheeks as they shifted with each step upwards."I do n't know whether this is a infringement or a felony but either way I bet you're going to have a real fun time behind bars."


He stiffened a little, looking over his berm at her, standing at the top of the stair as he was, with her just a distich behind she again afforded him an first-class view down her top.


Charlene wasn't a thick woman, nor was she a cheeseparing girlfriend. She had been described by her friends instead as a locally blessed fair sex. Her body was attractive, but her boob were huge and drew significant attention, each one good and indulgent, around the size of her own head if not a piddling larger, raw and pushed up by her nighttime top to create a regular valley of cleavage.


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


"She laughed again and pushed him forward with the top of her 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 people old mom or some tinker's dam would just be completely lost, right ?"


"My sister actually.."he said, though the resignation in his voice made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his prepared 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 lighting on, moving around to her bedside table and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her phone down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the stallion clock time, reached into the undersurface drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a pair of pinko muzzy handcuffs and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrists behind your back."


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


"police force are going to accept a hell on earth of a laughter when they come to peck 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. delight ?"he said, his voice sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his fortune was sealed, but he couldn't service 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 telephone set, walking to tolerate in front of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiful sight of the boy.


He wasn't battle cry, but he was confining she could state, his white cock soft between his thigh, his embarrassment, and ignominy written plain as day across his face.


"Anything ?"she asked, holding her earphone in her script 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 discharge of hope in his beautiful brown eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her wide-cut rim as she eyed him over, a hired hand reaching out to caress over the satiny still skin of his berm, warm under her touch.

"Even… Sex hooey ?"she asked, smirking a picayune playfully, her voice adopting a sultry tone.


She enjoyed the period of play of emotions across his face at the idea, disbelieve, intrigue, an obvious factor of attraction, the promise in his eyes grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that favourable gabardine boy.."She reached a hand down into the front of her shorts and wrapped her finger's breadth around the Base of her subdued dick, hefting it free and into the lightness, her thick, meaty log bouncing a human foot or so from his face as it flopped gratuitous of its confines.


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


"Bigger flaccid 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 suck dick to stay out of jail ? Sounds like a fair steal to me. Pretty short thing like you would probably end up sucking dick in jail anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


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


"W-wait !"


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


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


She looked down at him, lowering her phone."Alright, go ahead."she put her script on her articulatio coxae, waiting patiently.


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


"You've got teeth, haven't you ? Better use them now to pull my short pants down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty little mouthpiece of yours you're going to wish I'd just called the police.."she threatened.


His cheeks red and his eyes watery he nodded, leaning forward till his olfactory organ pressed gently into the hot chocolate skin of her let out stomach, his dentition finding the boundary of her underdrawers and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with entertainment as he struggled, edge as he was to put to work her boxers down over her swelling putz. She had a mo to reflect on how well affair had gone, she'd gone from being the receiver of an unwanted invasion to being the culprit. There was in that, she thought, a hint of poetic justice.


He let out a little whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her Brobdingnagian cock jam against his face as he did his best to give up it, what choice did he take in, after all ?


"Mm.. Good start."She purred as her cock, now semi hard came to roost against his hot, flushed cheek having once more sprung free of its fabric confines.


She worked her shorts down over her rose hip, letting them fall to the floor to get them out of the way as she leaned forward slightly, bumping the tip of her nigrify, engorging pecker against his lips.


"Well ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his eyes and took a cryptic, shaky breathing spell, but parted his lips for her.


"Oooh commodity boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his oral cavity for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the thick mushroom tip of her pecker into his backtalk and onto his lingua, one hand coming to rest in his dark fuzz as she started to slowly work her hips forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouth around her member.


He tried to preserve himself sedate as he felt it, hot and squashy, pressing into his mouth, even in his highest State Department of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his sass. He felt its heat, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his tongue, seeking out pleasance from him as it coated itself in his spit.


"Mm.. Typically, sucking cock involves sucking.."she commented idly, squeezing the handful of hair that she held, trying to motivate him to action.


He let out a soft little whimper between his lips but after a consequence 's falter, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of light of her indigent peter, forming a SEAL as his buttock 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 breasts, urging her rosehip forwards and backward as she slid her meaty peter repeatedly over his tongue, each push in surrounding her cock in the wet heat of his mouth, each pull out causing the suck to intensify.


"You're good at this baby.."she murmured, her cock now rock hard between his lips, as thick and full as the son own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your head word now.. Just keep 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 a great deal of a alternative, his lips continuing to glide over the spit shined distance of her cock, taking the thick, mushroom tip and respective inches of her length, though even that only measured to being about one-half of it, into his mouth with each of her slow poke.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her push, the boys head starting to bob backward and forwards to keep himself moving at the gait she had set. Before long she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to keep up the tempo, he had begun to run his own head with increasing speed, leading to him bobbing his head as he sucked her cock, his heart closed, so focused on his chore he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to break out his engrossment but at the Lapp time wanting to feel more, not content with the prize she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without hesitation, his buttock blushing as he began, with each draw back on her cock, to twiddle his spit around the sensitive tip of her cock, causing her to shiver in delight.


"A-ah.. Just like that.. Yes.."she murmured, reaching down to grapple the base of her pecker 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 melanize cock.


"You like black peter, do n't you.."she smirked a little.


That got his attention, his eyes fluttered open and his sassing moved up her pecker, letting it gloaming resign of his mouth with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of stochasticity, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty cock.


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


"sort of, yeah.."she agreed with a shrug."But that doesn't mean you aren't enjoying it, egg white boy.."


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


Charlene tilted her nous and looked down, her grin 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 head."Fuck, you should've fucking told me you were getting off on this too."


He remained stoically soundless, knowing anything he said would only suffice to dig the jam he'd gotten himself into deeper.


She pursed her lips, eying him,"nookie, you break into my house, try to steal my poop and now you go all shy on me. Tell you what I 'll spend a penny it easy for you, do a good job sucking my peter and I wo n't fuck your ass. That all the motivation you need ?"


He looked up at her sharply, his oculus widening as he looked from her gaze to her monumental, throbbing hammer, pointing rightfield at his mouth. He imagined that monster inside him and visibly winced.


"Yeah big isn't it,"she commented, following his gaze with a smile, shifting her hips from side to side, pointedly wagging her cock at him."Well ? .."


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


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't screw your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a secure job and I'll let you see my nipple, fucking knows you're staring at them enough. Sound bazaar ? I mean you improve think so because I'm not going to give you any other offers."


"..I mean…"he said, displaying his uncertainty once again, it was by far his cut expression, which given the oftenness he was displaying it, was probably for the best.


"Good !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainty switching to confusedness as she moved to again find oneself her headphone, 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 before him, meeting her eyes for a few prospicient moments, she held her sound in one handwriting, pointing the camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a photograph or more in all likelihood, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her dark putz, looking at a diminutive bead of clear pre that had formed on its head.


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his back talk blow against the hot spongy tip, seeing no former choice as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her cock into the welcoming heat energy of his sass, eliciting another groan from her.


She closed her eyes and tilted her headland back, it had been a retentive piece since she had had such a captive audience in the sleeping room, especially such a cute submissive one, who was, despite his objections, she knew, enjoying himself.


"Feels dependable doesn't it, to service a existent cock.. Mm.. You should stick around, I could use a boyfriend with a mouth like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the in demand effect of his looking at of dismay somewhat spoiled by the way her cock filled his sassing, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his tongue played across her sensitive flesh.


"You don't like the sound of that ?"She said with a mocking hornpout,"I guess I can see why. You wouldn't make such a great boyfriend… Messy house… High maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an fantabulous girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a little pecker like that, it's not like you'd be doing much in the way of topping anyway is there.."


He blushed but kept his middle on her, distracting her from her twit. He looked beautiful to her, with her cock between his sassing, her pleasure mounting and building as he continued his amateur, but wonderful blowjob, their heart locked.


"Mm.. spirit into the camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her cock between her fingerbreadth as her pleasure started to work up, her other hand trying to steadily hold the phone, her eyes flicking from him to the moving mental image of him on her screen, making sure she captured every second of action for posterity and, of course of study, blackmail.


He did so, his benighted eyes beautiful, the contrast between his E. B. White peel, red brass, and her black cock almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a posh work of art. More of Jesse Jackson pollack, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, voice firm but heady with lust and pleasure, her own needs beginning to get on as he serviced her.


To her delight he responded without pause, his lips moving faster along her slick dark duration, her groan and auditory sensation of pleasure becoming more judge as the lewd sucking and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their worlds with the single act of him sucking rooster for the first time.


"infant that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulder joint as she struggled to stay standing, her legs growing weakly with the joy as he pushed his head up and down her length, sonant, slightly swollen lips rolling up and down the steely firmly, but still silken soft duration of her rooster, his tongue pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the underside, utilising every put-on he'd ever had used against him, or at to the lowest degree fantasy about, to pleasure this glowering cleaning woman, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. baby, you're so good.. You're going to make me cum.."she said, her breath hastening, her rima oris subject slightly as she wet her full lips with her pinko spit, her delight coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick, wet length of her dark shaft and pulled back slightly so her toilsome, visibly pulsing turncock pulled free of his wanting lips with another lewd pop, a line of his spit connecting his pinko tongue to the vain caput of her big, fateful cock.


He whimpered a little, almost looking frustrated as her cock popped justify of his lips, kneeling in front end of her, cheeks flushed and eye half lidded.


Despite her drown need and desire she made sure to capture everything she needed to on her photographic camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his back talk parted, his lingua out, so lost in his own submissive wants he likely didn't clear his actions, his own tool clearly hard in the paradigm, she bit her replete lip and felt the first Dame Muriel Spark of climax arch through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her substantially to steady the camera as her climax hit her, thick Patrick White Mexican valium of cum launching from her throbbing stopcock as she stroked it, streaking across his face and hide, gluing one of his beautiful eyes shut as she was sure to pull in sure a few thick strands shooter between his split sass, landing on his lingua, letting him taste the end issue of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasance as she let her fingers glide up and down her slick pecker, her orb twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his cheek and into his waiting oral fissure, the shooting string slowing to become a trickling stream which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to get the final few bead which she squeezed out onto his tongue, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky bead as it formed.


"Oh my god.. That just.. That just felt so fucking amazing.."she panted, her cock starting to mince in her workforce as she fed it again between his brim, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his sass closing around the warm, sticky tip of her cock as his tongue bathed it, eeking out every last smidgen of pleasure she could muster.


Charlene let out a short suspire shake of joy and tossed her telephone set onto the bed after ending the recording, reaching down to fondle his beautiful face."You can't fucking say you didn't love that.."she purred.


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening cock in his mouth as she caressed him, his cheeks 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 much you liked it and how much you want to a greater extent, I'll make that easier too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a workweek. Or I post that TV online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't return a piece of ass. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that help oneself 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 shaft fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her thighs, his body squirming slightly, boundary as he was, trying to perk up his own ignored tool."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his best to sound overcome, though he was struggling to traverse how he so clearly felt.


Charlene smirked, amusement plain 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 hair, turning her spine to him and taking a step away, fingers finding the hem of her tankful top and raising it up over her head, denying him the view of her huge, heavy breasts as they spilled free from her top, letting the small shirt drop to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder and smirked, enjoying his eager expression, how quickly this white boy had fallen for her loggerheaded putz.


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


She'd have to instruct his name at some point .