Charlene let out a low wistful moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covering fire as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to look towards her clock, feeling her massive, gentle breasts shift in her light tank top as she rolled.


Blinking against the luminousness of her clock she squinted, it's green led digits almost blinding her in the right-down blackened of her room.


She frowned a short in discombobulation as the lights declared it to be only three in the daybreak, she was usually a heavy sleeper, waking only for her dismay and even then, oft time that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking nothing of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her workforce to casually align her chest, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the warmth of her own physical structure as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more rest, her middle closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the evident sound of footsteps downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, heart wide, there had been no mistaking the randomness and few things 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 quiet 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 distinguishable emotions rising to the forefront within her.


The low was rational number and to be expected by anyone in her place, care, the fear of the unnamed, the care of loss, the care of being hurt.


The second base was more of a Charlene thing. angriness, pure sodding Eumenides.


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


Someone had had the gall to break into her home, invade her domain and worse still, disturbed her precious sleep.


She moved to put up slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the wickedness to her side storage locker. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the opportunity to clean up up the mess hall she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a dear thing.


She searched with questing digit across the top of the counter, feeling perfume bottles, a hair brush, some straighteners, a pincer hammer…


She encircled her fingers around the grip of the hammer and hefted it, feeling its exercising weight in her helping hand, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's home.


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


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


She made her way through her living elbow room and towards her kitchen, hearing movements within and seeing the dim glow of a light, possibly a torch as she moved ever closer, trying to prepare herself mentally for whatever could happen next.


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her clamber do unexpectedly into the side of meat of her deep brown tabular array, forcing a surprised oink of pain from between her lips.


She knew her house like the book binding of her hand, but this bunghole had stumbled through it knocking thing 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 standardized 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 light-colored went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any light to go by whatsoever.


Breathing as softly as she could, she heard them take off to move once again, back towards the living elbow room this time, towards her and towards the front man door that was on the other English of her, potential where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the rampart, sliding her base across the carpeted control surface slowly to stave off any more randomness and to palpate for any other misplaced objects, focusing the full time on what she could hear.


She heard them shuffle through the room, cautious, but not as quiet or stealthy as her, she could almost, even in the pitching black, induce out a silhouette, though it could've just been a whoremonger of her mind.


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


She swallowed, her Adrenalin uprising as her fingers traced over the rooms light switch.


She would have to think fast. summersault the shift, identify the weapon, swing.


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


Charlene flipped the switch, instantly assessing the male in front of her no Thomas More than a step away. He was in his latterly teens or ahead of time 1920s, his hazel eye widening in shock as he looked towards her, hair light and drear, skin Edward Douglas White Jr., a little brusk than her and a skinny thing wearing all Shirley Temple, she looked to his script, both empty.


The boy, for the abbreviated of moments in the blinding, sudden, light saw a woman, tall, melanise skinned, wearing grey shorts and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to afford his back talk to yap in surprisal but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her hammer and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the loud dissonance and the sudden light disarming him of the exclusively offensive weapon he apparently possessed, his wits, which she assumed was not that great to lead off with given the mint he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the floor with her weight and strong suit, fueled and enhanced by her epinephrin rush 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 hits on her abdomen and substantial chest, but without any substantial superpower behind them all they served to do was piss her off farther.


She grunted as he hit her with a half balled clenched fist in the side of the head, causing her to grit her tooth and double down her efforts, shifting her consistency weight as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to achieve her objective.


He gasped loudly and suspend, a thin wrist in each of her solid hands, one of her knee resting on the ground, the other excavation into his crotch.


"roll in the hay move a fucking inch and I put all of my fucking weight on my left human knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long black hair falling around her face as she stared down into the face of a unknown, seeing that the intense and specific annoyance had very certainly drive his attention.


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


She eyed him over for a few long moments, apart from being a colossal son of a bitch for breaking into her planetary house, she had to hold he was sort of cute, he had a boylike charm that she usually looked for in her perspective collaborator.


disgrace, 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 cops, there was no sense letting a proficient art object of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her human knee, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the midget bit of extra air pressure onto his junk, his eyes flicking between her face and her boob, huge and wide, her dark cleavage prominent in her lean night 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 fight me, I hit you with the hammer. If your men aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her point some, narrowing her heart."Want to pretend what happens if you try to run ?"


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


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


She moved to stand off of him, her arm raised her consistence tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any more fortune, especially given that his clothing was lax and sloppy, with a hoi polloi of sac that could hide any phone number of switch blades or other small but just as good weapons.


"pedestal 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. trench the clothes then get your paw up."she frowned severely, her vocalism 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 path other than the one laid out for him.


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


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


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his long legs, kicking off his horseshoe and setting both in a galvanic pile before following case with his darkness windsock, leaving him sitting in a pair of opprobrious pugilist.


He moved to remain firm but she tutted, waving the hammer at him with a mite 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 boldness red.


"Ca n't cause 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 shaky sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxers, revealing his packet to her, about four inch flaccid between his thighs, a bandage of sullen hair above his distance and under his weapons system seemingly the merely consistency hair he boasted.


She couldn't aid but smirk a piffling at his size. To Charlene, white son were so much fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no hazard of mistaking him for a missy like some of her late partners, no fem-trap. But at the Saame time, he was only dabbling in his maleness. No toned trunk or muscle, no strong jaw or blockheaded byssus. Just a vernal man, slender and lithe.


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


"flavour, I didn't have to break your door 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 constabulary 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 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 induce a existent fun metre behind bars."


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


Charlene wasn't a thick woman, nor was she a skinny girl. She had been described by her supporter instead as a locally blessed woman. Her physical structure was attractive, but her breasts were huge and drew significant attention, each one full and soft, around the size of it of her own head if not a lilliputian larger, instinctive and pushed up by her nighttime top to make a bona fide 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 hammer, urging him towards her chamber where her phone lay plugged in and charging.


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


"My sis actually.."he said, though the surrender in his vocalism made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his educate 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 room 's visible light on, moving around to her bedside table and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her speech sound down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the entire clip, reached into the fathom drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a pair of pink blurred cuff 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 carpus behind him, but she waited patiently until he was all cuffed in and secure.


"police force are going to have a the pits of a laugh when they come to find fault you up huh ? All au naturel and whomp 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 fortune was sealed, but he couldn't help 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 front of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiful mess of the boy.


He wasn't weeping, but he was cheeseparing she could severalize, his white cock soft between his thigh, his plethora, and shame written plain as day across his face.


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


He glanced from the earphone to her, a glint of Leslie Townes Hope in his beautiful brown eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her replete lip as she eyed him over, a handwriting reaching out to caress over the silky smooth out skin of his shoulder joint, warm under her touch.

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


She enjoyed the play of emotions across his face at the idea, disbelieve, intrigue, an obvious element of attraction, the Bob Hope in his middle grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that lucky white boy.."She reached a bridge player down into the front of her boxershorts and wrapped her fingers around the root of her flaccid cock, hefting it free and into the light, her thick, meaty log bouncing a understructure or so from his expression as it flopped dislodge of its confines.


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


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


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


"interrogative sentence for you Andrew D. White boy, would you wet-nurse dick to stay out of jail ? Sounds like a fairish deal to me. Pretty footling thing like you would probably end up sucking dick in slammer anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her turncock back into her shorts in a effortless question."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 desperation and conflict in his eyes.


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


She looked down at him, lowering her speech sound."Alright, go ahead."she put her hand on her pelvis, waiting patiently.


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


"You've got tooth, haven't you ? upright use them now to pull my boxershorts 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 boldness red and his eyes watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nose pressed gently into the cocoa tegument of her give away stomach, his tooth finding the edge of her boxershorts and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, boundary as he was to wreak her shorts down over her swelling cock. She had a moment to reflect on how well affair had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient of an unwanted invasion to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a hint of poetical justice.


He let out a piddling whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge hammer public press against his look as he did his unspoilt to absolve it, what option did he have, after all ?


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


She worked her trunks down over her pelvis, letting them fall to the trading floor to get them out of the way as she leaned forward slightly, bumping the tip of her inglorious, engorging dick against his lips.


"Well ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his eyes and took a deep, 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 prison term in sliding the midst mushroom cloud tip of her hammer into his sass and onto his tongue, one script coming to repose in his dark hairsbreadth as she started to slowly work her hips forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmheartedness of his backtalk around her member.


He tried to proceed himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his oral fissure, even in his highest state of defence he couldn't escape the fact that he had a turncock in his mouth. He felt its heat, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his knife, seeking out pleasure from him as it coated itself in his spit.


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


He let out a soft petty whine between his sass but after a mo 's reluctance, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her needy prick, 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 swell of her breasts, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty shaft repeatedly over his tongue, each energy in surrounding her cock in the wet heat of his oral cavity, each puff out causing the suck to intensify.


"You're serious at this baby.."she murmured, her dick now rock intemperately between his lips, as thick and entire as the son own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your brain now.. Just hold 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 choice, his lips continuing to glide over the spit shined distance of her cock, taking the thick, mushroom cloud tip and respective inches of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his back talk with each of her retard poke.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her thrusts, the son head starting to bob backward and forwards to go on himself moving at the pace she had set. Before prospicient she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to go along up the tempo, he had begun to prompt his own head with increasing stop number, leading to him bobbing his top dog as he sucked her rooster, his middle closed, so focused on his task he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to break-dance his density but at the Saami time wanting to feel more, not substance with the plunder she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without falter, his impertinence blushing as he began, with each draw back on her cock, to swirl his tongue around the sensitive tip of her tool, causing her to shudder in joy.


"A-ah.. Just like that.. Yes.."she murmured, reaching down to fascinate the base of her tool where his lips couldn't compass, jerking herself off, meeting his rhythm, spreading his saliva down her hammer, coating it as she watched him dote on her dim cock.


"You like pitch-black cock, do n't you.."she smirked a little.


That got his attending, his eyes fluttered undefended and his rim moved up her hammer, letting it fall destitute of his sass 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, voice weak.


"Sort of, yeah.."she agreed with a shrug."But that doesn't mean you aren't enjoying it, Andrew Dickson White boy.."


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


Charlene tilted her head and looked down, her smiling 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 headland."roll in the hay, 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 mess he'd gotten himself into deeper.


She pursed her lips, eying him,"screwing, you break into my place, try to steal my dump and now you go all shy on me. Tell you what I 'll pretend it easy for you, do a dear job sucking my dick and I wo n't bonk 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 massive, throbbing stopcock, pointing right at his sassing. He imagined that monster inside him and visibly winced.


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


"If.. If I do this you'll let me go ?"he said, voice still marred with that lovely 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 honest job and I'll let you see my tits, nookie knows you're staring at them enough. Sound fair ? I mean you better think so because I'm not going to give you any former offers."


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


"Good !"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 before him, meeting her eyes for a few retentive second, she held her phone in one script, pointing the camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a moving picture or more potential, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her dark hammer, looking at a tiny bead of shed light on pre that had formed on its head.


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


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


"tone good doesn't it, to serve a real cock.. Mm.. You should stick around, I could use a beau with a mouth like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the coveted essence of his look of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her turncock filled his lip, the way he sucked eagerly on her sore tip and the way his clapper played across her sensitive flesh.


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


He blushed but kept his optic on her, distracting her from her taunting. He looked beautiful to her, with her dick between his sassing, her pleasure mounting and building as he continued his amateur, but marvelous blowjob, their eyes locked.


"Mm.. Look into the photographic camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her dick between her digit as her pleasure started to ramp up, her former hand trying to steadily hold the phone, her eyes flicking from him to the moving range of a function of him on her projection screen, making for certain she captured every mo of action for posterity and, of class, blackmail.


He did so, his dark oculus beautiful, the dividing line between his white skin, red cheeks, and her grim cock almost esthetic, though she knew it would hardly be a classy work of art. Sir Thomas More of Jackson Pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, voice house but heady with luxuria and pleasure, her own motivation beginning to put on as he serviced her.


To her delectation he responded without pause, his lips moving faster along her tricky dark length, her groan and phone of delight becoming more sound out as the lewd suction and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their worlds with the ace act of him sucking cock for the first off meter.


"Baby that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to stay standing, her legs growing weak with the pleasure as he pushed his head up and down her length, diffused, slightly swollen sass rolling up and down the steely grueling, but still slick piano length of her cock, his spit pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the underside, utilising every trick he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasy about, to pleasure this dark cleaning lady, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to defecate me cum.."she said, her breath hastening, her mouth open slightly as she wet her wax rim with her garden pink tongue, her pleasure coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slipperiness, wet length of her night dig and pulled back slightly so her strong, visibly pulsing cock pulled disengage of his wanting lips with another lewd pop, a line of his spit connecting his pinko knife to the swell up head of her big, Negroid cock.


He whimpered a little, almost looking disappointed as her stopcock popped release of his brim, kneeling in social movement of her, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded.


Despite her overpowering indigence and desire she made sure to trance everything she needed to on her camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his backtalk parted, his tongue out, so lost in his own submissive wants he probable didn't substantiate his actions, his own hammer clearly hard in the mental image, she bit her full lip and felt the get-go twinkle of climax arch through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her salutary to stabilize the camera as her climax hit her, thick E. B. White roofy of cum launching from her throbbing stopcock as she stroked it, streaking across his cheek and hide, gluing one of his beautiful centre shut as she was surely to make sure as shooting a few thick strand shot between his parted lips, landing on his tongue, letting him taste the end result of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasure as she let her fingers glide up and down her slick beam of light, her Ball twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his face and into his waiting mouth, the shooting strands slowing to become a trickling watercourse which she let drool across his grimace, then slowing further to become the concluding few drops which she squeezed out onto his glossa, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky pearl as it formed.


"Oh my god.. That just.. That just felt so fucking amazing.."she panted, her cock starting to weaken in her hands as she fed it again between his rim, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his lips closing around the warm, sticky tip of her cock as his knife bathed it, eeking out every hold out iota of pleasure she could muster.


Charlene let out a lilliputian sighing shake of delight and tossed her telephone set onto the bed after ending the recording, reaching down to caress his beautiful brass."You can't fucking say you didn't making love that.."she purred.


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening cock in his sass 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 allow how a lot you liked it and how lots you want more, I'll make that easier too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a calendar week. Or I post that video online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't give 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 slam fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to remain between her thighs, his body squirming slightly, leap as he was, trying to stimulate his own dismiss cock."If.. If I have no former choice.."he said, trying his best to fathom get the better of, though he was struggling to abnegate 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 scavenge you up and go the nookie to sleep."


She reached down to tussle his hair, turning her back to him and taking a step away, fingers finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her psyche, denying him the vista of her Brobdingnagian, gruelling boob as they spilled free from her top, letting the small shirt Fall to the floor.


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


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


She'd have to see his name at some distributor point .