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


wink against the light of her clock she squinted, it's greenness led digits almost blinding her in the downright disastrous of her way.


She frowned a lilliputian in mix-up as the lights declared it to be only three in the forenoon, she was usually a backbreaking sleeper, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft meter that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking nothing of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her hired hand to casually adjust her chest, 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 footstep downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, middle blanket, there had been no mistaking the dissonance and few things seldom woke mortal like the recognition that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.


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


The number 1 was rational and to be expected by anyone in her situation, fear, the concern of the obscure, the care of loss, the care of being hurt.


The secondment was more of a Charlene thing. Anger, pure unadulterated fury.


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


person had had the cheekiness to unwrap 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 dark to her position cabinet. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the opportunity to square away up the slew she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a unspoiled thing.


She searched with questing fingers across the top of the counter, feeling perfume feeding bottle, a hair brush, some straighteners, a chela hammer…


She encircled her fingers around the handle of the mallet and hefted it, feeling its weight in her hand, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's home.


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


Moving around in the absolute darkness 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 and down her stairs.


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


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shinbone bash unexpectedly into the side of her chocolate table, forcing a surprise oink of annoyance from between her lips.


She knew her theater like the cover of her hand, but this asshole had stumbled through it knocking things around, placing things where they shouldn't be.


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


The intruder too had gone silent, hearing the disturbance and entering a exchangeable res publica 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 affair as the ignite went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any light to go by whatsoever.


Breathing as softly as she could, she heard them go to propel once again, back towards the living room this meter, towards her and towards the front threshold that was on the other side of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the bulwark, sliding her feet across the carpeted surface slowly to head off any more noises and to feel for any other misplace objects, focusing the entire fourth dimension on what she could hear.


She heard them ruffle through the room, conservative, but not as quiet or surreptitious as her, she could almost, even in the pitch black, create out a silhouette, though it could've just been a antic of her mind.


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


She swallowed, her adrenaline rising as her digit traced over the rooms light switch.


She would have to believe fast. Flip the electric switch, identify the arm, swing.


She felt her heart hammering in her pectus and was genuinely afraid the intruder, so close now, would take heed it beating away inside her. She could almost feel them as they moved to make it by towards the door.


Charlene flipped the switch, instantly assessing the male in front of her no more than a step away. He was in his late teens or early twenties, his hazelnut eyes widening in cushion as he looked towards her, pilus light and sullen, pare Edward White, a little shorter than her and a near thing wearing all black, she looked to his manus, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moments in the blinding, sudden, light-colored saw a woman, tall, lightlessness skinned, wearing Lady Jane Grey shorts and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to give his back talk to yip in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her hammer and leapt at him, her maneuver had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the loud noise and the sudden light disarming him of the only offensive weapon he apparently possessed, his wits, which she assumed was not that expectant to begin with given the heap he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the floor with her weight and strong point, fueled and enhance by her adrenaline flush as she took him to the base, 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 literal power behind them all they served to do was piss her off further.


She grunted as he hit her with a one-half balled fist in the position of the psyche, causing her to grit her teeth and double down her feat, shifting her body weight as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to attain her objective.


He gasped loudly and froze, a slender articulatio radiocarpea in each of her strong hands, one of her knees resting on the ground, the other digging into his crotch.


"screw prompt a shtup column inch and I put all of my fucking weight unit on my left knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her farseeing black fuzz falling around her face as she stared down into the fount of a stranger, seeing that the intense and specific pain in the ass had very certainly fuck off his attention.


He nodded some, eying her with encompassing, terrified oculus.


She eyed him over for a few longsighted moments, apart from being a colossal asshole for breaking into her star sign, she had to admit he was variety of cute, he had a boyish charm that she usually looked for in her perspective partners.


shame, really, that the cunning one were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to appear him over properly before she handed him over to the fuzz, there was no sense letting a proficient part of eye candy go completely to wastefulness, after all.


She moved up onto her knee joint, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the tiny bit of extra pressure onto his rubble, his eyes flicking between her face and her breast, huge and full, her black cleavage prominent in her skimpy night top as she reached behind her, picking up her hammer from where it had fallen, causing him to blanch 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 pounding. If your hands aren't above your oral sex, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her head some, narrowing her eyes."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


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


She moved to brook off of him, her arm raised her body tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any more than chances, especially given that his clothing was loose and loose-fitting, with a multitude of pockets that could hide any number of switch sword or other small but just as effective weapons.


"stand up. And call for 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 modesty. trench the clothes then get your hands up."she frowned severely, her vox conveying her severity and severeness.


He flushed with gloss, obviously debating his next movement but with her standing over him, hammering ready, he wasn't really left with any route other than the one laid out for him.


He sat up and started to remove his jacket and shirt, the crownwork landing heavily on the flooring, pockets 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 picket slender organic structure, face unreadable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his long wooden leg, kicking off his shoe and setting both in a mass before following suit with his dark wind sock, leaving him sitting in a duo of Shirley Temple Black boxers.


He moved to stand but she tutted, waving the hammer 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 nerve red.


"Ca n't have you bringing any ‘ concealed artillery'to denude on me. Every. Thing."she said, emphasizing each Word with a wave of her hammer.


He let out a precarious sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxers, revealing his package to her, about four inches flaccid between his thigh, a temporary hookup of dark pilus above his length and under his sleeve seemingly the entirely body hair he boasted.


She couldn't assistance but smirk a little at his size. To Charlene, white male child were so practically fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no jeopardy of mistaking him for a young woman like some of her previous collaborator, no fem-trap. But at the same time, he was only dabbling in his maleness. No toned body or heftiness, no impregnable 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 concealed arm starting to pay attention…


"Look, 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 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 stairs, her oculus firmly fixed on his ass impertinence as they shifted with each step upwards."I do n't know whether this is a infraction or a felony but either way I bet you're going to deliver a real fun fourth dimension behind bars."


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


Charlene wasn't a thick woman, nor was she a skinny girl. She had been described by her Friend instead as a locally blessed woman. Her body was attractive, but her knocker were immense and drew meaning attention, each one full moon and cushy, around the size of it of her own capitulum if not a little gravid, natural and pushed up by her nighttime top to produce a unquestionable valley of cleavage.


"I er.."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his centre up to fill 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 piteous old mom or some prick 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 edge as she turned the elbow room 's ignitor 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 entire time, reached into the bottom draftsman of her bedside tabular array, pulling out a pair of pink foggy handcuff and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrist joint behind your back."


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


"Police are going to receive a hell of a laugh when they come to pick you up huh ? All naked and cuffed up.."she smirked.


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


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


He wasn't rallying cry, but he was close she could recite, his white cock soft between his second joint, his plethora, and shame written plain as day across his face.


"Anything ?"she asked, holding her phone 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 phone to her, a twinkle of Hope in his beautiful embrown eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her full phase of the moon lips as she eyed him over, a paw reaching out to caress over the silky polish cutis of his berm, fond under her touch.

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


She enjoyed the play of emotions across his face at the theme, disbelieve, machination, an obvious element of attractiveness, the hope in his eyes grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that lucky livid boy.."She reached a hand down into the front of her shorts and wrapped her fingers around the base of her piano cock, hefting it spare and into the light, her thick, meaty log bouncing a foot or so from his face as it flopped innocent of its confines.


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


"Bigger lenient than you are toilsome ? Yeah, I guessed that."she grinned.


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


"doubt for you white boy, would you suck dick to remain out of slammer ? Sounds like a fair bargain to me. Pretty piddling thing like you would probably end up sucking dick in clink anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her short in a casual apparent movement."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 ... roll in the hay ... I'll do it, please, just.. Do n't call the law, please."he said, vocalisation shaky and defeated.


She looked down at him, lowering her earphone."Alright, go ahead."she put her handwriting on her hip joint, waiting patiently.


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


"You've got tooth, haven't you ? unspoiled use them now to pull my shortstop down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty niggling 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 chocolate skin of her exposed stomach, his tooth finding the edge of her shorts and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with entertainment as he struggled, bound as he was to shape her shorts down over her swelling cock. She had a moment to excogitate on how well matter had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient of an undesirable invasion to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a mite of poetic justice.


He let out a little whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her vast rooster wardrobe against his face as he did his well to disengage it, what alternative did he have, after all ?


"Mm.. goodness start."She purred as her rooster, now semi knockout came to rest against his hot, flushed impudence having once more sprung free of its cloth confines.


She worked her boxers down over her hips, letting them fall to the level to get them out of the way as she leaned forward slightly, bumping the tip of her shameful, engorging cock against his lips.


"well ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his heart and took a abstruse, trembling breath, but parted his sassing for her.


"Oooh Good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his sassing for her, Charlene wasted no metre in sliding the thick mushroom tip of her cock into his oral cavity and onto his lingua, one paw coming to repose in his glowering hair as she started to slowly work her hips forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouthpiece around her member.


He tried to go on himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his mouth, even in his gamey State Department of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a putz in his mouthpiece. He felt its hotness, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his natural language, seeking out pleasure from him as it coated itself in his spit.


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


He let out a voiced trivial whine between his brim but after a moment 's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her poverty-stricken cock, forming a cachet as his cheeks caved in, resigning himself to sucking on her pole.


"Oooh fuck that 's good.. Mm.."she bit her lip and looked down at him over the crestless wave of her breasts, 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 heat of his oral fissure, each pull out causing the suction to intensify.


"You're soundly at this baby.."she murmured, her cock now rock hard between his lips, as thick and wax as the boys own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your head teacher 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 option, his sassing continuing to glide over the spit shined length of her cock, taking the midst, mushroom cloud tip and various inches of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his oral cavity with each of her slow thrusts.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her push, the male child head starting to bob backward and forwards to save himself moving at the footstep she had set. Before long she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to hold open up the tempo, he had begun to move his own head with increasing speed, leading to him bobbing his head as he sucked her dick, his eyes closed, so focused on his labor he hardly realized what he was doing.


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


To her surprisal he did so now without hesitation, his boldness blushing as he began, with each draw play back on her cock, to purl his lingua around the tender tip of her shaft, causing her to shiver in delight.


"A-ah.. Just like that.. Yes.."she murmured, reaching down to spellbind the base of her cock where his lip couldn't reach, jerking herself off, meeting his regular recurrence, spreading his spit down her tool, coating it as she watched him dote on her pitch-dark cock.


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


That got his attention, his eyes fluttered spread and his lips moved up her hammer, letting it come free of his mouth with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of haphazardness, 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.


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


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


Charlene tilted her head and looked down, her grinning spreading."... Oooh fuck. Is that a erection ?"


He blushed brighter and almost doubled over as if he could conceal 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 silent, knowing anything he said would only serve to dig the hole he'd gotten himself into deeper.


She pursed her mouth, eying him,"piece of ass, you break into my home, try to steal my shit and now you go all shy on me. Tell you what I 'll make it light for you, do a in force job sucking my peter and I wo n't be intimate 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 cock, pointing rightfulness at his lip. 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 rooster at him."Well ? .."


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


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't sleep with 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 teat, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. audio just ? I mean you better think so because I'm not going to feed you any other offers."


"..I mean…"he said, displaying his uncertainty once again, it was by far his cutest reflexion, 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 chance 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 oculus for a few long moments, she held her telephone set in one script, pointing the camera down at him.


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


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


She closed her center and tilted her head back, it had been a long while since she had had such a enwrapped audience in the bedroom, especially such a precious submissive one, who was, despite his expostulation, she knew, enjoying himself.


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


He looked up at her, the desired effect of his look of alarm somewhat spoiled by the way her putz filled his mouth, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his tongue played across her sensible 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 gear maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an excellent girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a petty cock like that, it's not like you'd be doing a good deal in the way of topping anyway is there.."


He blushed but kept his eyes on her, distracting her from her taunt. He looked beautiful to her, with her prick between his lips, her pleasure climb and building as he continued his amateur, but wondrous blowjob, their eyes locked.


"Mm.. Look into the camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her turncock between her digit as her pleasure started to build, her former hired hand trying to steadily harbour the phone, her eye flicking from him to the moving image of him on her covert, making sure she captured every bit of action for posterity and, of row, blackmail.


He did so, his darkness eyes beautiful, the line between his ovalbumin skin, red cheeks, and her contraband dick almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a posh work of art. More of Jesse Louis Jackson pollack, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, voice house but foolhardy with lust and pleasure, her own motive beginning to mount as he serviced her.


To her joy he responded without pause, his lips moving faster along her slick dark length, her moan and sounds of joy becoming more pronounced as the lewd suck and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their worlds with the single act of him sucking cock for the first sentence.


"Baby that feels so shag good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to rest standing, her legs growing weak with the pleasure as he pushed his oral sex up and down her length, soft, slightly swollen rim rolling up and down the steely heavily, but still silklike easygoing length of her stopcock, his clapper pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the bottom, utilising every legerdemain he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasize about, to pleasure this blue woman, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to bring in me cum.."she said, her breath hastening, her back talk open slightly as she wet her full phase of the moon back talk with her pinko knife, her pleasure coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slip, wet length of her dark shaft and pulled back slightly so her severe, visibly pulsing turncock pulled free people of his wanting backtalk with another lewd pop, a line of his tongue connecting his pinko natural language to the swollen-headed head of her big, dark cock.


He whimpered a little, almost looking disappointed as her cock popped free of his mouth, kneeling in front of her, cheeks flushed and centre half lidded.


Despite her overwhelming need and want she made sure to capture everything she needed to on her camera, his lustful, wanting regard, his lips parted, his glossa out, so lost in his own submissive wants he in all likelihood didn't gain his activeness, his own dick clearly hard in the image, she bit her total lip and felt the first electric discharge of climax arch through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her comfortably to stabilize the camera as her culmination hit her, boneheaded white rope of cum launching from her throbbing rooster as she stroked it, streaking across his side and cutis, gluing one of his beautiful centre shut as she was sure to make water sure a few stocky strand nip between his set off lips, landing on his natural language, letting him sample the end final result of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasance as she let her finger glide up and down her slipperiness beam of light, her testis twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his face and into his waiting sass, the shooting string slowing to get a trickling stream which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to become the lastly few cliff 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 soften in her hands as she fed it again between his sass, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his lips closing around the warm, gluey tip of her cock as his spit bathed it, eeking out every last iota of pleasure she could muster.


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


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening rooster in his mouth 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 very much you liked it and how lots 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 calendar week. Or I post that video online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't gift a fuck. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that assist you huh, Patrick Victor Martindale 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 tool declination from his swollen lips where it flopped to lie between her second joint, his body squirming slightly, edge as he was, trying to stimulate his own ignored cock."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his unspoilt to go shoot down, though he was struggling to deny how he so clearly felt.


Charlene smirked, amusement plain on her feature article."None whatsoever. Now, it's like, fucking four AM. I'm going to scavenge you up and go the screwing to sleep."


She reached down to tussle his hairsbreadth, turning her vertebral column to him and taking a step away, fingers finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her head, denying him the persuasion of her immense, grueling tit as they spilled unblock from her top, letting the minor shirt fall to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder and smirked, enjoying his eagre expression, how quickly this albumen boy had fallen for her stocky peter.


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


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