Charlene let out a low wistful moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her screening as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to look towards her clock, feeling her monumental, indulgent breasts shift in her sluttish tank car top as she rolled.


Blinking against the luminosity of her clock she squinted, it's green led digits almost blinding her in the absolute mordant of her room.


She frowned a piffling in disarray as the luminousness declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a hard sleeper, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft multiplication that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking zero of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her custody to casually set her chest of drawers, 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 speech sound of footsteps downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, eyes wide, there had been no mistaking the interference and few things seldom woke someone like the recognition that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.


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


The first was rational and to be expected by anyone in her situation, fear, the veneration of the unknown, the awe of loss, the fear of being hurt.


The second was More of a Charlene thing. ira, pure double-dyed Fury.


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


somebody had had the gall to give away into her menage, invade her domain and worse still, disturbed her cute sleep.


She moved to abide slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the shadow to her face cabinet. 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 expert thing.


She searched with questing fingers across the top of the counter, feeling perfume bottles, a whisker brushwood, some straighteners, a nipper hammer…


She encircled her finger's breadth around the grip of the hammer and hefted it, feeling its weightiness in her handwriting, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's habitation.


She had the advantage over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the wickedness, bumping into objects, cursing and swearing under their breather, she knew all the ticks and trick of her home.


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


She made her way through her living way and towards her kitchen, hearing apparent motion within and seeing the dim glow of a light, possibly a blowlamp as she moved ever closer, trying to organise herself mentally for whatever could happen next.


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


She knew her business firm like the back of her hand, but this bunghole 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 haphazardness and entering a interchangeable land 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 light up 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 strike once again, back towards the aliveness room this sentence, towards her and towards the front end door that was on the other side of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the wall, sliding her metrical unit across the carpeted surface slowly to ward off any to a greater extent noises and to finger for any other misplaced aim, focusing the intact prison term on what she could hear.


She heard them shuffle through the way, cautious, but not as calm or stealthy as her, she could almost, even in the pitch blackened, seduce out a silhouette, though it could've just been a trick of her mind.


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


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


She would have to cerebrate fast. Flip the switch, key out the weapon, swing.


She felt her philia hammering in her chest and was genuinely afraid the intruder, so close now, would hear it beating away inside her. She could almost experience them as they moved to glide by by towards the doorway.


Charlene flipped the switch, instantly assessing the male in front of her no more than a stone's throw away. He was in his tardy teens or former twenties, his hazel eyes widening in shock as he looked towards her, hair short and dark, pare Caucasian, a short unforesightful than her and a skinny affair wearing all inkiness, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moment in the blinding, sudden, fall saw a woman, tall, black skinned, wearing Grey shorts and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to open his mouth to yap in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


The first, seemingly, a war cry, as Charlene roared in defiance, the 2nd, Charlene herself, all but flying at him.


She dropped her hammer and leapt at him, her tactic had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the loud disturbance and the sudden light disarming him of the simply sickening weapon system he apparently possessed, his card, which she assumed was not that cracking to get with given the good deal he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him punishing, bearing him to the floor with her weight and strength, fueled and enhanced by her adrenaline 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 hits on her abdomen and substantial chest, but without any really power behind them all they served to do was pee-pee her off further.


She grunted as he hit her with a half balled fist in the face of the head, causing her to grit her teeth and double down her efforts, shifting her eubstance free weight as she grabbed his carpus, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to attain her objective.


He gasped loudly and froze, a lean wrist joint in each of her strong hired hand, one of her human knee resting on the terra firma, the other dig into his crotch.


"screw locomote a fucking column inch and I put all of my fucking weight on my left knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long Black person whisker falling around her font as she stared down into the side of a stranger, seeing that the intense and specific pain had very certainly gotten his attention.


He nodded some, eying her with wide, panic-struck centre.


She eyed him over for a few farsighted moments, apart from being a colossal asshole for breaking into her theatre, she had to admit he was sort of cute, he had a schoolboyish appealingness that she usually looked for in her perspective mate.


Shame, really, that the cunning I 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 skilful man of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her knees, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the tiniest bit of extra insistency onto his junk, his eye flicking between her face and her tits, vast and full moon, her dark cleavage prominent in her skimpy dark top as she reached behind her, picking up her hammer from where it had fallen, causing him to pale significantly.


"Here 's whats going to happen. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to crusade me, I hit you with the hammer. If your manus aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her head some, narrowing her optic."Want to think what happens if you try to run ?"


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


She snorted."Guess you have a genius mobile phone 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 Sir Thomas More chances, especially given that his clothing was loose and baggy, with a multitude of air hole that could hide any number of replacement steel or other small but just as effective weapons.


"outdoor stage up. And consider your clothes off."


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


"You could be fucking hiding anything. I'm not being stabbed just to protect your fucking modesty. chuck the dress then get your hands up."she frowned severely, her voice conveying her severity and severeness.


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


He sat up and started to take out his jacket and shirt, the jacket landing heavily on the flooring, 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 consistence, reflexion indecipherable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his yearn legs, kicking off his shoes and setting both in a pile before following suit with his darkness sock, leaving him sitting in a pair of black boxers.


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


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


"Ca n't accept you bringing any ‘ concealed weapon'to publicise on me. Every. Thing."she said, emphasizing each Logos with a undulation of her hammer.


He let out a shaky suspiration and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his bagger, revealing his package to her, about four inches flaccid between his second joint, a patch of blue hairsbreadth above his length and under his arms seemingly the only soundbox tomentum he boasted.


She couldn't help but simper a lilliputian at his size of it. To Charlene, E. B. White boys were so practically fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no endangerment of mistaking him for a girl like some of her previous partners, no fem-trap. But at the Same meter, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No toned body or heftiness, no strong jaw or thick beard. Just a young man, slender and lithe.


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


"aspect, I didn't have to break up 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 walk before her.


"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the police force are going to savour 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 stairs, her centre firmly fixed on his ass cheeks as they shifted with each step upwards."I do n't know whether this is a misdemeanor or a felony but either way I bet you're going to have a real fun time behind bars."


He stiffened a lilliputian, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the stairs as he was, with her just a match behind she again afforded him an excellent purview down her top.


Charlene wasn't a thick woman, nor was she a scraggy girl. She had been described by her Quaker instead as a locally blessed cleaning woman. Her soundbox was attractive, but her white meat were huge and drew significant attention, each one full and easy, around the size of her own head if not a little bigger, raw and pushed up by her nighttime top to create a regular 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 cock, urging him towards her bedroom where her phone lay plugged in and charging.


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


"My babe actually.."he said, though the resignation in his voice made it clear up he already knew she wouldn't believe his ready 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 boundary as she turned the elbow room 's Light Within on, moving around to her bedside board and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her phone down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the entire time, reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a duo of garden pink bleary handcuffs and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrist behind your back."


He looked up at her, ready 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 netherworld of a laugh when they come to foot you up huh ? All nude and cuffed up.."she smirked.


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


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


He wasn't tears, but he was tightlipped she could tell, his Andrew D. White hammer soft between his thighs, his embarrassment, and shame written plain as day across his face.


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


He glanced from the speech sound to her, a spark of promise in his beautiful brown eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her full rim as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to fondle over the silky smooth skin of his berm, warm under her touch.

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


She enjoyed the drama of emotions across his face at the idea, disbelieve, intrigue, an obvious element of attraction, 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 front of her shorts and wrapped her fingers around the base of her soft cock, hefting it free and into the light, her thick, meaty log bouncing a foot or so from his cheek as it flopped destitute of its confines.


"O-oh fuck.. I… You're.."he stammered, staring at the fair sex 's vast cock.


"Bigger soft 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 cock to detain out of jailhouse ? Sounds like a fair bargain to me. Pretty footling matter like you would probably end up sucking hawkshaw in slammer anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


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


"W-wait !"


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


"I ... piece of tail ... I'll do it, delight, just.. Do n't call the constabulary, please."he said, vocalism shaky and defeated.


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


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


"You've got teeth, haven't you ? expert use them now to deplume my shorts down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty little mouth 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 nose pressed gently into the chocolate skin of her exposed belly, his teeth finding the edge of her shorts and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, edge as he was to work her shorts down over her swelling shaft. She had a moment to speculate 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 speck of poetic justice.


He let out a lilliputian whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge stopcock press against his face as he did his adept to dislodge it, what choice did he have, after all ?


"Mm.. Good start."She purred as her dick, now semi laborious came to lie against his hot, flushed cheek having once more take shape free of its fabric confines.


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


"wellspring ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his optic and took a recondite, shaky hint, but parted his lips for her.


"Oooh Good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his oral fissure for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the midst mushroom-shaped cloud tip of her shaft into his oral fissure and onto his tongue, one hand coming to remain in his glum hairsbreadth as she started to slowly work her rosehip forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouth around her member.


He tried to hold back himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his mouth, even in his highest state of self-denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a pecker in his lip. He felt its heat, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his lingua, seeking out pleasure 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 prompt him to action.


He let out a easy short whimper between his lips but after a present moment 's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her needy peter, forming a seal as his boldness 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 dandy of her chest, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty shaft repeatedly over his tongue, each push in surrounding her pecker in the wet oestrus of his backtalk, each wrench out causing the sucking to intensify.


"You're unspoilt at this baby.."she murmured, her peter now rock hard between his lips, as thick and full as the male child own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your head 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 much of a alternative, his mouth continuing to glide over the spit shined length of her cock, taking the thick, 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 slow driving force.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her push, the boys head starting to bob backward and forwards to restrain himself moving at the pace she had set. Before tenacious she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to maintain up the pace, he had begun to run his own head with increasing speed, leading to him bobbing his header as he sucked her turncock, his eyes closed, so focused on his task he hardly realized what he was doing.


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


To her surprise he did so now without faltering, his cheeks blushing as he began, with each draw back on her pecker, to swirl his tongue around the sore tip of her cock, causing her to shiver in delight.


"A-ah.. Just like that.. Yes.."she murmured, reaching down to fascinate the theme of her cock where his sassing couldn't reach, jerking herself off, meeting his rhythm, spreading his spittle down her cock, coating it as she watched him dote on her Negroid cock.


"You like inkiness pecker, do n't you.."she smirked a little.


That got his attention, his eyes fluttered open and his lips moved up her tool, letting it fall free of his oral cavity with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of haphazardness, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty dick.


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


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


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


Charlene tilted her top dog 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 tacit, knowing anything he said would only serve to dig the hole he'd gotten himself into deeper.


She pursed her lips, eying him,"roll in the hay, you break into my dwelling, try to slip my bullshit and now you go all shy on me. enjoin you what I 'll make it easy for you, do a dependable job sucking my dick and I wo n't fuck your ass. That all the motivation you need ?"


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


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


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


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't make out 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 titty, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. Sound fair ? I mean you ripe think so because I'm not going to render you any early offers."


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


"Good !"She confirmed lightly, his precariousness switching to disarray as she moved to again incur 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 before him, meeting her eyes for a few farsighted consequence, she held her phone in one deal, pointing the camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a picture or more likely, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her dark cock, looking at a tiny beadwork of clear pre that had formed on its head.


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his mouth prominence against the hot spongy tip, seeing no early choice as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her stopcock into the welcoming heat energy of his mouth, eliciting another moan from her.


She closed her eyes and tilted her school principal 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 dissent, she knew, enjoying himself.


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


He looked up at her, the desired effect of his expression of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her putz filled his mouth, the way he sucked eagerly on her medium tip and the way his tongue played across her sensitive flesh.


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


He blushed but kept his eyes on her, distracting her from her twit. He looked beautiful to her, with her cock between his lips, her pleasure mounting and building as he continued his amateur, but marvellous blowjob, their oculus locked.


"Mm.. tone into the television camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her cock between her fingerbreadth as her delight started to progress, her other handwriting trying to steadily hold the phone, her centre flicking from him to the moving image of him on her covert, making sure she captured every second of natural process for descendants and, of row, blackmail.


He did so, his dark eyes beautiful, the contrast between his white-hot skin, red cheek, and her Joseph Black cock almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a classy work of art. More of Jackson pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, phonation firm but intoxicating with lustfulness and pleasure, her own needs beginning to mount as he serviced her.


To her delectation he responded without pause, his lips moving faster along her slick dark length, her moan and strait of pleasance becoming more pronounced as the lewd sucking and slurping phone too grew, filling both their worlds with the single act of him sucking stopcock for the first time.


"child that feels so know good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her articulatio humeri as she struggled to stay standing, her leg growing washy with the pleasance as he pushed his head up and down her distance, soft, slightly swollen lips rolling up and down the steely hard, but still silky soft length of her cock, his tongue pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the underside, utilising every antic he'd ever had used against him, or at to the lowest degree fantasized about, to pleasure this dark woman, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. babe, you're so good.. You're going to wee-wee me cum.."she said, her intimation hastening, her mouth open slightly as she wet her entire sass with her garden pink tongue, her delight coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick magazine, wet distance of her dark scape and pulled back slightly so her hard, visibly pulsing cock pulled free of his wanting backtalk with another lewd pop, a short letter of his tongue connecting his pink tongue to the swollen head of her big, total darkness cock.


He whimpered a niggling, almost looking disappointed as her rooster popped resign of his back talk, kneeling in front of her, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded.


Despite her overwhelming pauperization and trust she made sure to capture everything she needed to on her photographic camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his backtalk parted, his glossa out, so lost in his own submissive wants he likely didn't agnise his natural process, his own cock clearly hard in the figure, she bit her total lip and felt the offset spark of climax arch through her eubstance.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her effective to steady the camera as her climax hit her, duncish gabardine ropes of cum launching from her throbbing cock as she stroked it, streaking across his face and pelt, gluing one of his beautiful middle shut as she was sure to give certain a few wooden-headed string shot between his part sass, landing on his spit, letting him taste the end issue of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with joy as she let her fingerbreadth glide up and down her slick shaft, her balls twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his human face and into his waiting mouth, the shooting Strand slowing to become a trickling stream which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to become the last few drops 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 get it on amazing.."she panted, her putz starting to soften in her workforce as she fed it again between his lip, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his backtalk closing around the warm, sticky tip of her cock as his tongue bathed it, eeking out every death iota of joy she could muster.


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


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening cock in his back talk 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 often you want Thomas More, I'll make that easier too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a week. Or I post that video online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't feed a fuck. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that aid 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 gloam from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her thigh, his organic structure squirming slightly, saltation as he was, trying to stimulate his own ignored cock."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his best to sound foiled, though he was struggling to refuse how he so clearly felt.


Charlene smirked, amusement plain on her features."None whatsoever. Now, it's like, fucking four AM. I'm going to clean you up and go the roll in the hay to sleep."


She reached down to tussle his haircloth, turning her back to him and taking a step away, fingerbreadth finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her brain, denying him the view of her huge, heavy titty as they spilled detached from her top, letting the diminished shirt fall to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder and smirked, enjoying his eager expression, how quickly this flannel boy had fallen for her thick cock.


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


She'd have to study his gens at some tip .