Charlene let out a low pensive groan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covers as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to wait towards her clock, feeling her massive, soft knocker fracture in her loose armoured combat vehicle top as she rolled.


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


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


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking naught of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her custody to casually adjust her chest, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heat of her own organic structure as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more kip, her centre closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the plain audio of footsteps downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, oculus broad, there had been no mistaking the noise and few things seldom woke person like the realization that they were not alone when, by all right, they should be.


Again she heard the footfall, whoever it was was trying to be subdued, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar house. She swallowed anxiously and felt her eye thrashing faster in her dresser, two clear and distinct emotions rising to the vanguard within her.


The first was rational and to be expected by anyone in her berth, fearfulness, the veneration of the stranger, the fear of exit, the fright of being hurt.


The instant was more of a Charlene thing. Anger, pure unadulterated hysteria.


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


individual had had the cheekiness to break into her family, invade her domain and worse still, disturbed her valued sleep.


She moved to stick out slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the wickedness to her side console. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the chance to tidy up the mess she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a skillful thing.


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


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


No one broke into Charlene 's base.


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


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 physical object, making her way across her landing and down her stairs.


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


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shinny bash unexpectedly into the side of her umber board, forcing a surprised grunt of pain in the neck from between her lips.


She knew her house like the back of her hand, but this cocksucker 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 trespasser too had gone silent, hearing the noise and entering a similar state to her, they both knew they weren't alone now and neither of them knew what they were up against.


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


breathing as softly as she could, she heard them start to move once again, back towards the sustenance room this metre, towards her and towards the front doorway that was on the former side of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the wall, sliding her foundation across the carpeted airfoil slowly to forfend any more interference and to finger for any early misplaced objective, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.


She heard them shuffle through the room, cautious, but not as quiet or furtive as her, she could almost, even in the auction pitch nigrify, make out a silhouette, though it could've just been a trick of her mind.


She had to think quickly, they were going to eliminate rightfield by her, right between her and one of the couches. It was possible they had a gun, potential they had a knife, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't risk getting herself cut or changeable, 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 fingerbreadth traced over the rooms light switch.


She would have to recall fast. Flip the switch, identify the weapon, swing.


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


Charlene flipped the shift, instantly assessing the male in strawman of her no more than a measure away. He was in his late stripling or too soon twenties, his hazel eyes widening in shock as he looked towards her, fuzz short circuit and dark, skin white, a little scant than her and a skinny matter wearing all Joseph Black, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moments in the blinding, sudden, light saw a cleaning lady, tall, black skinned, wearing gray shorts and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive tear. He started to open up his mouth to yelp in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her pounding and leapt at him, her maneuver had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the forte noise and the sudden luminance disarming him of the only offensive artillery he apparently possessed, his wit, which she assumed was not that nifty to commence with given the mess he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him surd, bearing him to the floor with her weight and strength, fueled and enhanced by her adrenaline boot 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 bang on her abdominal cavity and substantial chest of drawers, but without any real power behind them all they served to do was piss her off further.


She grunted as he hit her with a one-half balled clenched fist in the slope of the head, causing her to grit her teeth and doubled down her sweat, shifting her organic structure free weight as she grabbed his carpus, moving a strategical articulatio genus and finally allowing her to accomplish her objective.


He gasped loudly and suspend, a thin wrist in each of her inviolable workforce, one of her knees resting on the dry land, the early digging into his crotch.


"Fucking incite a piece of ass inch and I put all of my fucking weight unit on my left human knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long smutty fuzz falling around her face as she stared down into the human face of a stranger, seeing that the intense and particular annoyance had very certainly gotten his attention.


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


She eyed him over for a few long second, apart from being a colossal cocksucker for breaking into her house, she had to admit he was sort of cute, he had a schoolboyish spell that she usually looked for in her perspective partners.


disgrace, really, that the cute I were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to see him over properly before she handed him over to the cop, there was no sense letting a respectable bit 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 additional pressure onto his rubble, his centre flicking between her cheek and her titmouse, Brobdingnagian and full, her dour 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 take the air upstairs together. If you try to press me, I hit you with the hammer. If your workforce aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her oral sex some, narrowing her eyes."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


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


She moved to suffer off of him, her arm raised her physical structure tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any more chances, especially given that his habiliment was loose and baggy, with a multitude of air pocket that could hide any number of switch blades or early small but just as effective weapons.


"base up. And carry your clothes off."


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


"You could be fucking hiding anything. I'm not being stabbed just to protect your fucking modestness. Ditch the clothes then get your paw up."she frowned severely, her vocalisation conveying her rigour and severeness.


He flushed with colouration, obviously debating his next move but with her standing over him, pound ready, he wasn't really left with any path early than the one laid out for him.


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


As he started to untie his smash he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his blanch slender body, reflexion unreadable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his long leg, kicking off his shoe and setting both in a big bucks before following suit with his shadow air sock, leaving him sitting in a distich of black boxers.


He moved to stand but she tutted, waving the cock 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 cheeks red.


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


He let out a shaky sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxer, revealing his package to her, about four inch flaccid between his thighs, a patch of saturnine hair above his distance and under his arms seemingly the only physical structure hair he boasted.


She couldn't assistant but simper a lilliputian at his size of it. To Charlene, White boy were so much fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no risk of mistaking him for a girl like some of her previous pardner, no fem-trap. But at the Saami time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No toned eubstance or muscles, no warm jaw or thick face fungus. 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 weapon starting to pay attention…


"facial expression, I didn't have to bankrupt 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 plethora 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 knickers back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stairs, her middle firmly fixed on his ass face as they shifted with each step upwards."I do n't get it on whether this is a misdemeanor or a felony but either way I bet you're going to have a rattling fun time behind bars."


He stiffened a little, looking over his shoulder joint at her, standing at the top of the stairs 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 protagonist instead as a locally blessed woman. Her physical structure was attractive, but her breasts were huge and drew significant care, each one full and soft, around the size of her own psyche if not a footling larger, natural and pushed up by her nighttime top to produce a veritable vale of cleavage.


"I er.."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his eyes up to contact 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 sleeping room where her phone lay plugged in and charging.


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


"My sister actually.."he said, though the resignation in his spokesperson made it absolved he already knew she wouldn't believe his make 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 room 's light 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 total metre, reached into the bottom of the inning drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a couplet of pinko fuzzy handcuffs and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrists behind your back."


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


"Police are going to have a underworld of a laugh when they come to break up you up huh ? All bare and cuffed up.."she smirked.


"Please… I'll do anything, I just… I just ca n't go to jail. delight ?"he said, his interpreter sincere but with an bound of hopelessness, he already knew his fate 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 headphone, walking to stand in front of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiful sight of the boy.


He wasn't crying, but he was confining she could tell, his white cock soft between his thigh, his overplus, and pity written plain as day across his face.


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


He glanced from the headphone to her, a spark of hope in his beautiful Brown University eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her full phase of the moon lips as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to fondle over the satiny smooth hide of his shoulder, warm under her touch.

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


She enjoyed the sport of emotions across his face at the idea, disbelieve, intrigue, an obvious element of magnet, the hope in his eyes grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that golden whitened boy.."She reached a handwriting down into the front of her shorts and wrapped her finger's breadth around the base of her cushy peter, hefting it free and into the light, her thick, meaty log bouncing a substructure or so from his face as it flopped free of its confines.


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


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


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


"Question for you white boy, would you suck dick to stay out of jail ? Sounds like a bonnie bargain to me. Pretty slight thing like you would probably end up sucking dick in jail anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her boxershorts in a passing move."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 ... Fuck ... I'll do it, delight, just.. Do n't call the police, please."he said, interpreter shaky and defeated.


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


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


"You've got tooth, haven't you ? meliorate use them now to pull my shorts down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty little oral cavity of yours you're going to care 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 drinking chocolate skin of her debunk stomach, his teeth finding the border of her shorts and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, bound as he was to work her shorts down over her swelling putz. She had a moment to meditate on how well matter 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 poetic justice.


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


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


She worked her shorts down over her coxa, letting them fall to the floor to get them out of the way as she leaned forward slightly, bumping the tip of her total darkness, engorging turncock against his lips.


"Well ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his heart and took a bass, rickety breathing space, but parted his rim for her.


"Oooh goodness boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his mouth for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the midst mushroom tip of her prick into his mouth and onto his natural language, one hand coming to lie in his dark hair as she started to slowly workplace her hips forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouth around her member.


He tried to go along himself calm as he felt it, hot and squashy, pressing into his mouthpiece, even in his highest Department of State of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a prick in his sassing. He felt its heating system, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his tongue, 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 fuzz that she held, trying to remind him to action.


He let out a piano little whimper between his lip but after a minute 's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the scape of her indigent cock, forming a seal as his cheeks caved in, resigning himself to sucking on her pole.


"Oooh fuck that 's good.. Mm.."she bit her lip and looked down at him over the swell of her white meat, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty ray of light repeatedly over his tongue, each push in surrounding her shaft in the wet heat of his mouth, each pull out causing the suck to intensify.


"You're good at this baby.."she murmured, her cock now rock intemperate between his lips, as thick and full phase of the moon as the boys own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your school principal now.. Just keep back 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 pick, his rim continuing to glide over the tongue shined distance of her cock, taking the thick, mushroom-shaped cloud tip and various inches of her distance, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his mouth with each of her tedious poke.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her thrusts, the boy head starting to bob backward and forwards to keep himself moving at the tempo she had set. Before long she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to save up the tempo, he had begun to move his own head with increasing focal ratio, leading to him bobbing his head as he sucked her turncock, his eyes closed, so focused on his job he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to break his concentration but at the same sentence wanting to find more, not subject matter with the dirty money she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without vacillation, his buttock blushing as he began, with each draw back on her hammer, to whirlpool his tongue around the medium tip of her cock, causing her to shiver in delectation.


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


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


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


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


"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 head 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 out it from her now.


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


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


She pursed her lips, eying him,"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 wanton for you, do a good job sucking my putz and I wo n't hump your ass. That all the motivating you need ?"


He looked up at her sharply, his heart widening as he looked from her gaze to her massive, throbbing cock, pointing right field at his lip. He imagined that monster inside him and visibly winced.


"Yeah big isn't it,"she commented, following his gaze with a smiling, shifting her rosehip from side to side, pointedly wagging her hammer at him."fountainhead ? .."


"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 effective job and I'll let you see my tits, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. audio bonny ? I mean you advantageously think so because I'm not going to give you any other offers."


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


"goodness !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainty switching to disarray as she moved to again find her sound, 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 foresightful here and now, she held her phone in one hand, pointing the camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a word-painting or more probably, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her dark putz, looking at a midget astragal of clear pre that had formed on its head.


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his rim bump against the hot spongy tip, seeing no other choice as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her stopcock into the welcoming heat of his mouth, 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 captive audience in the bedroom, especially such a precious slavish one, who was, despite his objections, she knew, enjoying himself.


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


He looked up at her, the desired gist of his smell of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her cock filled his mouth, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his tongue played across her sore flesh.


"You don't like the sound of that ?"She said with a mocking eelpout,"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 fantabulous girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a little cock like that, it's not like you'd be doing a lot in the way of topping anyway is there.."


He blushed but kept his heart on her, distracting her from her taunting. He looked beautiful to her, with her cock between his backtalk, her pleasure mounting and edifice as he continued his amateur, but tremendous blowjob, their eyes locked.


"Mm.. Look into the camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her cock between her fingers as her pleasure started to progress, her other hand trying to steadily hold the sound, her optic flicking from him to the moving image of him on her screen, making sure she captured every mo of action for posterity and, of path, blackmail.


He did so, his dark eyes beautiful, the contrast between his white skin, red cheeks, and her Shirley Temple Black turncock almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a swish work of art. to a greater extent of Thomas Jackson Pollachius pollachius, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, articulation firm but intoxicating with lust and pleasure, her own motive beginning to jump on as he serviced her.


To her delight he responded without pause, his sass moving faster along her knavish dark length, her moan and sounds of pleasure becoming Thomas More sound out as the lewd suck and slurping audio too grew, filling both their mankind with the single act of him sucking shaft for the showtime clock time.


"babe that feels so have it away good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to remain standing, her branch growing unaccented with the pleasure as he pushed his straits up and down her length, sonant, slightly swollen lips rolling up and down the steely difficult, but still silky soft length of her pecker, his lingua pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the underside, utilising every caper he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasy about, to pleasure this blue woman, whose gens he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to work me cum.."she said, her hint hastening, her sass unfold slightly as she wet her full lips with her pink lingua, her pleasure coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick magazine, wet distance of her dark shaft and pulled back slightly so her hard, visibly pulsing cock pulled free of his wanting mouth with another lewd pop, a business of his spit connecting his garden pink tongue to the egotistical promontory of her big, black cock.


He whimpered a picayune, almost looking let down as her cock popped free of his sassing, kneeling in front of her, cheeks flushed and optic half lidded.


Despite her whelm want and desire she made surely to capture everything she needed to on her camera, his lubricious, wanting gaze, his brim parted, his tongue out, so lost in his own submissive wants he likely didn't realise his action, his own hammer clearly hard in the image, she bit her full lip and felt the start arc of climax arch through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her best to stabilise the camera as her coming hit her, heavyset flannel ropes of cum launching from her throbbing peter as she stroked it, streaking across his face and cutis, gluing one of his beautiful optic shut as she was sure to create for sure a few thick string shot between his set out lips, landing on his tongue, letting him taste the end result of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with joy as she let her fingers glide up and down her glossy shaft, her balls twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his face and into his waiting mouthpiece, the shooting strands slowing to go a trickling stream which she let drool across his facial expression, then slowing further to suit the last few drop cloth which she squeezed out onto his tongue, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky astragal as it formed.


"Oh my god.. That just.. That just felt so bally amazing.."she panted, her dick starting to moderate in her script as she fed it again between his rim, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his back talk closing around the warm, mucilaginous tip of her cock as his clapper bathed it, eeking out every last iota of pleasance she could muster.


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


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


She smirked,"Since you ca n't admit how much you liked it and how much you want more, I'll make that easier too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a hebdomad. Or I post that video online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't give a screw. 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 barb fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to remain between her thighs, his body squirming slightly, edge as he was, trying to cause his own ignored cock."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his upright to sound vote down, though he was struggling to traverse how he so clearly felt.


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


She reached down to tussle his tomentum, turning her back to him and taking a measure away, fingers finding the hem of her armored combat vehicle top and raising it up over her head, denying him the prospect of her vast, impenetrable breasts as they spilled free from her top, letting the lowly shirt fall to the floor.


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


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


She'd have to learn his gens at some degree .