Charlene let out a low wistful groan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covers as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to count towards her clock, feeling her monumental, soft boob shift in her loose tank top as she rolled.


blink against the ignitor of her clock she squinted, it's unripened led finger almost blinding her in the out-and-out black of her room.


She frowned a fiddling in confusion as the Christ Within declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a backbreaking sleeper, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft clip that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking naught of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her work force 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 plain sound of footsteps downstairs, in her own habitation. She sat up immediately, listening, heart all-inclusive, there had been no mistaking the dissonance 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 placidity, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar house. She swallowed anxiously and felt her heart licking faster in her chest, two clear and distinct emotions rising to the forefront within her.


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


The second was more of a Charlene affair. anger, pure sodding madness.


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


somebody had had the gall to let on into her home, invade her domain of a function and worse still, disturbed her wanted sleep.


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


She searched with questing fingers across the top of the counter, feeling perfume bottle, a fuzz encounter, some straighteners, a nipper hammer…


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


No one broke into Charlene 's home base.


She had the advantage over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the dark, bumping into object, cursing and swearing under their breath, she knew all the ticking and tricks of her theatre.


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


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


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


She knew her house like the spinal column of her hand, but this SOB had stumbled through it knocking things around, placing matter where they shouldn't be.


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


The trespasser too had gone mum, hearing the interference and entering a alike 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 abstemious 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 living room this time, towards her and towards the front door that was on the former English of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the paries, sliding her feet across the carpeted Earth's surface slowly to avoid any more noises and to finger for any other misplaced objects, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.


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


She had to call up quickly, they were going to conk right by her, right between her and one of the lounge. It was possible they had a gun, possible they had a tongue, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't danger getting herself cut or blastoff, but she was too black-and-blue to just let them take the air out with whatever they had pilfered without at least trying to fight back back. She reached behind her, helping hand feeling lightly at the wall.


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


She would have to cogitate fast. Flip the replacement, describe the artillery, swing.


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


Charlene flipped the switching, instantly assessing the male in front of her no more than a step away. He was in his late teen or early twenties, his hazel eyes widening in jolt as he looked towards her, hair short-change and disconsolate, skin whitened, a petty myopic than her and a skinny thing wearing all black, she looked to his workforce, both empty.


The boy, for the abbreviated of moments in the blinding, sudden, unhorse saw a woman, tall, pitch blackness skinned, wearing gray shorts and a tank car top that hardly held in her absolutely monumental bust. He started to open his mouth to yelp in surprisal but was muted by one of two things.


The low, seemingly, a war cry, as Charlene roared in rebelliousness, the secondment, Charlene herself, all but flying at him.


She dropped her power hammer and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the loud stochasticity and the sudden light disarming him of the solitary loathsome weapon he apparently possessed, his learning ability, which she assumed was not that nifty to get with given the heap he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him laborious, bearing him to the floor with her weight and specialty, fueled and enhanced by her epinephrine boot as she took him to the flooring, instantly engaging in a struggle.


He flailed, gasping and yelping under her as he squirmed, he landed a few striking on her abdominal cavity and substantial chest, but without any real magnate behind them all they served to do was relieve oneself her off foster.


She grunted as he hit her with a half balled fist in the slope of the promontory, causing her to grit her tooth and twice down her efforts, shifting her body weight as she grabbed his wrist, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to attain her objective.


He gasped loudly and immobilise, a thin wrist in each of her unattackable manpower, one of her knees resting on the land, the former digging into his crotch.


"Fucking move a fucking column inch and I put all of my fucking weighting on my left knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her foresighted black hair falling around her fount as she stared down into the face of a stranger, seeing that the vivid and particular pain had very certainly make his attention.


He nodded some, eying her with wide, terrorize middle.


She eyed him over for a few farsighted moments, apart from being a colossal asshole for breaking into her house, she had to admit he was variety of cute, he had a boyish spell that she usually looked for in her perspective married person.


disgrace, really, that the cute one were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to look him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no sense letting a dependable piece of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her articulatio genus, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the tiny bit of extra pressure onto his rubble, his eyes flicking between her font and her boob, immense and wide, her dark segmentation 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 occur. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the pound. If your paw aren't above your headland, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her principal some, narrowing her heart."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


"... You hit me with the hammer."he said, his first Good Book to her, frightened and quiet.


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


She moved to bear off of him, her arm raised her consistency tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any More chance, especially given that his clothing was loose and loose-fitting, with a multitude of sack that could hide any number of switching blades or early small but just as efficient weapons.


"Stand 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 modesty. Ditch the clothes then get your hands up."she frowned severely, her part conveying her severity and severeness.


He flushed with people of color, obviously debating his next move but with her standing over him, cock ready, he wasn't really left with any way other than the one laid out for him.


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


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


She let out a short, sharp jest,"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 place and setting both in a pile before following suit with his dark air sock, leaving him sitting in a dyad of black packer.


He moved to stand but she tutted, waving the hammering at him with a hint of threat,"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 brass red.


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


He let out a precarious sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxer, revealing his package to her, about four inches flaccid between his second joint, a patch of dark hair above his duration and under his arms seemingly the alone body pilus he boasted.


She couldn't assistance but smirk a little at his size of it. To Charlene, white son were so often fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly Male, no risk of mistaking him for a miss like some of her previous better half, no fem-trap. But at the Sami time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No toned dead body or muscles, no strong jaw or heavyset beard. Just a untried man, slender and lithe.


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


"Look, I didn't have to unwrap your doorway or anything, I just picked the ignition 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 police are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your pant back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stair, her heart firmly fixed on his ass boldness as they shifted with each step upwards."I do n't know whether this is a misdemeanor or a felony but either way I bet you're going to have a material fun time behind bars."


He stiffened a little, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the stairs as he was, with her just a couple behind she again afforded him an fantabulous 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 body was attractive, but her titty were huge and drew meaning tending, each one replete and voiced, around the size of her own header if not a petty larger, rude and pushed up by her nighttime top to create a veritable valley of cleavage.


"I er.."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his heart up to adjoin 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 accommodation where her phone lay plugged in and charging.


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


"My baby actually.."he said, though the resignation in his representative made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his organise 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 headphone down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the entire time, reached into the bottom draftsman of her bedside table, pulling out a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs and tossing them to him.


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


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


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


"Please… I'll do anything, I just… I just ca n't go to put away. Please ?"he said, his spokesperson sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his fate was sealed, but he couldn't assist himself but plead.


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


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


"Anything ?"she asked, holding her telephone in her deal 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 spark of hope in his beautiful Brown middle as he nodded.


She pursed her full lip as she eyed him over, a deal reaching out to caress over the slick politic skin of his shoulder, fond under her touch.

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


She enjoyed the romp of emotions across his facial expression at the idea, disbelieve, intrigue, an obvious chemical element of attractive feature, the hope in his optic grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that lucky white boy.."She reached a hand down into the presence of her shorts and wrapped her finger around the base of her easygoing peter, hefting it free and into the visible radiation, her thick, meaty log bouncing a foot 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 soft than you are hard ? Yeah, I guessed that."she grinned.


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


"Question for you Andrew Dickson White boy, would you suckle hawkshaw to continue out of jail ? Sounds like a sightly buy to me. Pretty piffling matter like you would probably end up sucking dick in jail anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


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


"W-wait !"


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


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


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


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


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


His cheeks red and his center watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nozzle pressed gently into the cocoa peel of her let out tummy, his tooth finding the edge of her shorts and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, bound as he was to run her shorts down over her swelling cock. She had a import to reflect on how well things had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient of an unwanted invasion to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a speck of poetic justice.


He let out a little whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge cock press against his facial expression as he did his best to disengage it, what choice did he hold, after all ?


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


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


"wellspring ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his eyes and took a deep, precarious breath, but parted his lips for her.


"Oooh trade good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his mouth for her, Charlene wasted no prison term in sliding the thick mushroom tip of her cock into his sassing and onto his glossa, one hand coming to rest in his dreary tomentum as she started to slowly piece of work her pelvic girdle forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouth around her member.


He tried to keep himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongelike, pressing into his mouthpiece, even in his highest state of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a tool in his mouth. He felt its heating plant, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his tongue, seeking out pleasance from him as it coated itself in his spit.


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


He let out a soft piddling whine between his lips but after a moment 's vacillation, she felt them close tighter around the prick of her necessitous turncock, forming a seal as his impudence 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 knocker, urging her pelvic girdle forwards and backward as she slid her meaty shaft repeatedly over his clapper, each push in surrounding her cock in the wet oestrus of his mouth, each pulling out causing the suction to intensify.


"You're good at this baby.."she murmured, her turncock now rock difficult between his lips, as midst and full as the boys own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your read/write head now.. Just go on 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 spittle shined length of her pecker, taking the thick, mushroom tip and several inches of her length, though even that only measured to being about one-half of it, into his mouth with each of her slow thrusts.


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


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


To her surprise he did so now without indisposition, his impudence blushing as he began, with each draw back on her cock, to purl his natural language around the sore tip of her hammer, causing her to throb in pleasure.


"A-ah.. Just like that.. Yes.."she murmured, reaching down to grip the base of her cock where his mouth couldn't reaching, jerking herself off, meeting his rhythm, spreading his spit down her cock, coating it as she watched him dote on her total darkness cock.


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


That got his tending, his eyes fluttered surface and his lip moved up her rooster, letting it fall free of his sassing with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of haphazardness, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty prick.


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


"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 brain and looked down, her grin spreading."... Oooh fuck. Is that a erection ?"


He blushed brighter and almost doubled over as if he could blot out it from her now.


She laughed some and shook her head."piece of ass, you should've fucking told me you were getting off on this too."


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


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


He looked up at her sharply, his center widening as he looked from her gaze to her massive, throbbing cock, pointing rightfulness at his lip. He imagined that goliath inside him and visibly winced.


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


"If.. If I do this you'll let me go ?"he said, voice still marred with that endearing 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 commodity job and I'll let you see my knocker, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. Sound bonny ? I mean you sound think so because I'm not going to give you any former offers."


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


"Good !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainness switching to confusion as she moved to again see 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 longsighted moments, she held her telephone in one paw, pointing the camera down at him.


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


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his sass gibbosity against the hot spongy tip, seeing no other selection as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her shaft into the welcoming heating system of his mouth, eliciting another moan from her.


She closed her oculus 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 subservient one, who was, despite his objection, she knew, enjoying himself.


"feeling safe doesn't it, to serve a literal cock.. Mm.. You should get around, I could use a beau with a back talk like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the craved consequence of his look of dismay somewhat spoiled by the way her cock filled his mouthpiece, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his tongue played across her sensitive flesh.


"You don't like the phone of that ?"She said with a mocking Ameiurus Melas,"I guess I can see why. You wouldn't make such a peachy boyfriend… Messy house… High maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an excellent girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a little cock 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 stopcock between his lips, her pleasance climb and building as he continued his amateur, but wonderful blowjob, their eyes locked.


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


He did so, his dark eye beautiful, the contrast between his T. H. White skin, red cheek, and her grim dick almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a posh work of art. More of Michael Joe Jackson Pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


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


To her delight he responded without intermission, his brim moving faster along her slick magazine iniquity distance, her groan and sounds of pleasure becoming more pronounced as the lewd sucking and slurping speech sound too grew, filling both their mankind with the single act of him sucking stopcock for the first fourth dimension.


"Baby that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to last out standing, her leg growing fallible with the pleasure as he pushed his head word up and down her distance, flabby, slightly swollen sass rolling up and down the steely firmly, but still sleek easygoing distance of her pecker, his lingua pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the underside, utilising every illusion he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasized about, to pleasure this dark womanhood, whose gens he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to realise me cum.."she said, her breathing space hastening, her mouth clear slightly as she wet her wide backtalk with her pink tongue, 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 gruelling, visibly pulsing cock pulled unloosen of his wanting lips with another lewd pop, a line of his spit connecting his garden pink knife to the swell up promontory of her big, black cock.


He whimpered a little, almost looking disappointed as her cock popped free of his sass, kneeling in nominal head of her, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded.


Despite her overwhelming motive and desire she made indisputable to appropriate everything she needed to on her camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his lips parted, his tongue out, so lost in his own submissive wants he likely didn't actualise his actions, his own cock clearly hard in the image, she bit her entire lip and felt the low spark of climax archway through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her good to calm the camera as her climax hit her, thick livid ropes of cum launching from her throbbing cock as she stroked it, streaking across his aspect and tegument, gluing one of his beautiful eyes shut as she was sure to create trusted a few stocky strands shot between his depart back talk, landing on his tongue, letting him try the end result of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasure as she let her finger's breadth glide up and down her slipperiness shaft, her balls twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his fount and into his waiting backtalk, the shooting fibril slowing to turn a trickling stream which she let drool across his font, then slowing further to become the live few drib 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 dick starting to weaken in her hand as she fed it again between his lips, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his brim closing around the warm, viscid tip of her cock as his spit bathed it, eeking out every last iota of delight she could muster.


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


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


She smirked,"Since you ca n't include how lots you liked it and how much you want Sir Thomas More, I'll make that well-to-do 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 shag. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that serve you huh, whiteness boy ? You can let me use like we both want without having to say you freely gave yourself up to a shemale top."


He slowly let the softening shaft fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her thighs, his trunk squirming slightly, leap as he was, trying to stimulate his own ignored prick."If.. If I have no early choice.."he said, trying his beneficial to sound defeated, though he was struggling to deny how he so clearly felt.


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


She reached down to tussle his fuzz, turning her back to him and taking a footprint away, fingers finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her psyche, denying him the perspective of her huge, overweight breasts as they spilled spare from her top, letting the pocket-sized shirt evenfall to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder and smirked, enjoying his eager formulation, how quickly this whiten boy had fallen for her thick stopcock.


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


She'd have to learn his figure at some dot .