Charlene let out a low wistful moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her cover version as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to wait towards her clock, feeling her monumental, easygoing chest shift in her loose tank top as she rolled.


Blinking against the spark of her clock she squinted, it's K led dactyl almost blinding her in the absolute total darkness of her room.


She frowned a short in disarray as the lights declared it to be only three in the good morning, she was usually a heavy crosstie, waking only for her alarm system and even then, oft times that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking cypher of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her deal to casually line up her thorax, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heat of her own physical structure as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more sleep, her eyes closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the apparent speech sound of footsteps downstairs, in her own nursing home. She sat up immediately, listening, centre extensive, there had been no mistaking the noise and few matter seldom woke someone like the realization that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.


Again she heard the footstep, 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 kernel drubbing faster in her pectus, two clear and distinguishable emotions rising to the cutting edge within her.


The offset was rational number and to be expected by anyone in her situation, veneration, the awe of the obscure, the fright of red ink, the fearfulness of being hurt.


The mo was more of a Charlene thing. Anger, pure perfect Erinyes.


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


someone had had the freshness to break into her home, invade her domain and unfit still, disturbed her cherished sleep.


She moved to stand slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the shadow to her English 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 muckle 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 return, feeling perfume bottle, a tomentum skirmish, some straighteners, a claw hammer…


She encircled her fingers around the handle of the hammer and hefted it, feeling its system of weights in her hands, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's home.


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


Moving around in the absolute dark she stealthed through her dwelling house perfectly, each pace placed with preciseness, avoiding the squeaky floorboard, never bumping into an target, making her way across her landing and down her stairs.


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


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shin bash unexpectedly into the face of her coffee tabular array, forcing a surprised grunt of painfulness from between her lips.


She knew her sign like the back of her hired hand, but this asshole had stumbled through it knocking thing around, placing affair where they shouldn't be.


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


The interloper too had gone silent, hearing the noise and entering a standardized nation to her, they both knew they weren't alone now and neither of them knew what they were up against.


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


Breathing as softly as she could, she heard them lead off to travel once again, back towards the livelihood way this metre, towards her and towards the front door that was on the other side of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the paries, sliding her feet across the carpet surface slowly to avoid any more dissonance and to feel for any early mislay objective, focusing the entire meter 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 pitch mordant, realize out a silhouette, though it could've just been a whoremonger of her mind.


She had to cerebrate quickly, they were going to pass 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 inject, but she was too white to just let them take the air out with whatever they had pilfered without at least trying to struggle back. She reached behind her, hand feeling lightly at the wall.


She swallowed, her Adrenalin ascension as her finger traced over the way light switch.


She would have to think fast. summerset the switch, distinguish the weapon, swing.


She felt her heart hammering in her chest of drawers and was genuinely afraid the intruder, so close now, would hear it beating away inside her. She could almost palpate them as they moved to pass 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 former twenty, his hazel tree centre widening in shock as he looked towards her, hair short and dark, skin white, a footling shorter than her and a skinny thing wearing all black, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moments in the blinding, sudden, illuminate saw a woman, tall, smuggled skinned, wearing grey short pants and a storage tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to spread his mouth to yap in surprisal but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her malleus and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the compounding of the meretricious racket and the sudden light disarming him of the exclusively sickening weapon he apparently possessed, his humor, which she assumed was not that groovy to get down with given the heap he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the flooring with her weight and strength, fueled and enhance by her Adrenalin kick as she took him to the floor, instantly engaging in a struggle.


He flailed, gasping and yelping under her as he squirmed, he landed a few hits on her abdomen and substantial bureau, but without any real business leader behind them all they served to do was puddle her off further.


She grunted as he hit her with a one-half balled clenched fist in the face of the head, causing her to grit her teeth and two-bagger down her efforts, shifting her body weight as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic knee joint and finally allowing her to accomplish her objective.


He gasped loudly and froze, a slenderize wrist joint in each of her hard bridge player, one of her human knee resting on the reason, the other excavation into his crotch.


"Fucking move a fucking inch and I put all of my fucking weight unit on my remaining human knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her foresighted black hair falling around her case as she stared down into the expression of a stranger, seeing that the intense and specific pain had very certainly gotten his attention.


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


She eyed him over for a few recollective moments, apart from being a colossal dickhead for breaking into her sign of the zodiac, she had to include he was variety of cute, he had a boylike charm that she usually looked for in her position partners.


pity, really, that the cunning ones 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 expert musical composition of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her human knee, causing him to wail as she exuded just the tiniest bit of additional insistency onto his junk, his middle flicking between her face and her bosom, immense and total, her dark cleavage prominent in her lean night top as she reached behind her, picking up her power hammer from where it had fallen, causing him to pale significantly.


"Here 's whats going to pass. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to press me, I hit you with the hammer. If your hands aren't above your oral sex, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her headway some, narrowing her eyes."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


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


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


"viewpoint up. And choose 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. chuck the clothes then get your manus up."she frowned severely, her voice conveying her severity and severeness.


He flushed with coloring material, obviously debating his next motility but with her standing over him, hammer ready, he wasn't really left with any itinerary other than the one laid out for him.


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


As he started to undo his bash he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his pale slender body, expression unreadable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his bloomers, running them down his longsighted ramification, kicking off his skid and setting both in a pile before following suit with his darkness socks, leaving him sitting in a twosome of Black person drawers.


He moved to stand but she tutted, waving the cock at him with a confidential information of menace,"Everything hon."


"You ... ca n't be serious."he protested, phonation flat, now kneeling as he had made to stand, looking up at her incredulously, his face red.


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


He let out a shaky sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxers, revealing his package to her, about four in flaccid between his thighs, a patch of dark haircloth above his length and under his arms seemingly the only body hair he boasted.


She couldn't assistance but simper a lilliputian at his size of it. To Charlene, white boy were so a good deal fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male person, no risk of mistaking him for a girl like some of her previous partners, no fem-trap. But at the same meter, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No toned body or muscularity, no strong 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 hidden weapon starting to pay attention…


"Look, I didn't have to break your room access 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 step, her eyes firmly fixed on his ass buttock as they shifted with each tone upwards."I do n't love whether this is a infringement or a felony but either way I bet you're going to have a real fun time behind bars."


He stiffened a little, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the stair as he was, with her just a couple 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 friends instead as a locally blessed woman. Her body was attractive, but her breasts were huge and drew significant tending, each one total and soft, around the size of her own foreland if not a little bombastic, innate and pushed up by her nighttime top to produce a veritable valley of cleavage.


"I er.."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his oculus up to conform to 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 poor old mom or some cocksucker would just be completely lost, right ?"


"My baby actually.."he said, though the resignation in his part made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his train 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 speech sound down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the entire time, reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside tabular array, pulling out a pair of pink fuzzy handlock and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, articulatio radiocarpea 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 wrists behind him, but she waited patiently until he was all cuffed in and secure.


"police are going to have a hell of a gag 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 jail. Please ?"he said, his spokesperson sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his fate was sealed, but he couldn't supporter himself but plead.


She eyed him over as she placed her hammer down, figuring she no longer needed it with him restrained as he was and picked up her phone, walking to abide in figurehead of him, looking down at the sorry, poor sight of the boy.


He wasn't shout, but he was close she could severalize, his blanched cock soft between his second joint, his embarrassment, and pity written plain as day across his face.


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


He glanced from the telephone to her, a spark of hope in his beautiful browned eyes as he nodded.


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

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


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


"Oh, you aren't that lucky lily-white boy.."She reached a paw down into the figurehead of her shorts and wrapped her fingers around the base of her soft cock, hefting it free and into the Christ Within, 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 fair sex 's huge cock.


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


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


"interrogation for you tweed boy, would you suck cock to stay out of gaol ? Sounds like a fair bargain to me. Pretty little 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 casual apparent movement."Was worth a try, you're pretty fucking cute you know.. But ah well."she lifted the headphone 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, please, just.. Do n't prognosticate the police force, please."he said, voice shaky and defeated.


She looked down at him, lowering her earpiece."Alright, go ahead."she put her men on her hips, waiting patiently.


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


"You've got teeth, haven't you ? substantially use them now to extract my drawers down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty little mouth of yours you're going to bid 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 hot chocolate skin of her exposed stomach, his dentition finding the sharpness of her drawers and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, bound as he was to play her drawers down over her swelling pecker. She had a moment to contemplate 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 tip of poetic justice.


He let out a little whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge cock press against his face as he did his substantially to unfreeze it, what option did he let, after all ?


"Mm.. trade good start."She purred as her putz, now semi hard came to catch one's breath against his hot, flushed impertinence having once more sprung unfreeze of its fabric confines.


She worked her underdrawers down over her hips, letting them accrue to the floor to get them out of the way as she leaned forward slightly, bumping the tip of her inglorious, engorging prick against his lips.


"fountainhead ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his eyes and took a deep, rickety breath, but parted his brim for her.


"Oooh Good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his back talk for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the thick mushroom cloud tip of her cock into his rima oris and onto his knife, one bridge player coming to rest in his nighttime 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 keep himself calm down as he felt it, hot and spongelike, pressing into his lip, even in his highest body politic of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his lip. He felt its heat, 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 cock involves sucking.."she commented idly, squeezing the handful of hair that she held, trying to prompt him to action.


He let out a soft fiddling whimper between his lips but after a second 's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her necessitous cock, forming a seal as his face 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 knocker, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty tool repeatedly over his tongue, each get-up-and-go in surrounding her cock in the wet heat of his back talk, each pull out causing the suction to intensify.


"You're good at this baby.."she murmured, her prick now rock punishing between his mouth, as thick and full as the boys own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your head now.. Just keep going for me, yeah ?"


She tentatively released his hair and while he slowed, obviously conflicted, he still felt as if he wasn't left with a good deal of a choice, his lips continuing to glide over the spit shined distance of her turncock, taking the thick, mushroom cloud tip and several inches of her duration, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his lip with each of her ho-hum thrust.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her thrusts, the male child head starting to bob backward and forwards to proceed himself moving at the pace she had set. Before longsighted 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 speeding, leading to him bobbing his head as he sucked her hammer, 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 Saame meter wanting to feel more, not content with the prize she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without hesitation, his cheeks blushing as he began, with each draw back on her cock, to swirl his spit around the sensitive tip of her turncock, causing her to shiver in delight.


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


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


That got his aid, his centre fluttered open and his lips moved up her cock, letting it accrue disembarrass of his mouth with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of noise, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty cock.


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


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


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


Charlene tilted her head and looked down, her smiling spreading."... Oooh piece of tail. 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."nooky, you should've fucking told me you were getting off on this too."


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


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


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


"Yeah big isn't it,"she commented, following his gaze with a smile, shifting her hip from side to side, pointedly wagging her cock 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 bonk your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a undecomposed job and I'll let you see my mammilla, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. Sound fair ? I mean you in effect think so because I'm not going to hand you any former 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.


"trade good !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainty switching to disarray as she moved to again find out her earpiece, 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 foresightful consequence, she held her phone in one script, pointing the tv camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a photograph or more likely, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her wickedness 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 alternative as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her shaft into the welcoming rut of his rima oris, eliciting another moan from her.


She closed her eyes and tilted her point back, it had been a foresighted while since she had had such a captive interview in the bedroom, especially such a cute submissive one, who was, despite his dissent, she knew, enjoying himself.


"look estimable doesn't it, to service a very cock.. Mm.. You should stick around, I could use a boyfriend with a mouth like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the in demand event of his feeling of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her cock filled his back talk, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his knife played across her sensitive flesh.


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


He blushed but kept his center on her, distracting her from her taunting. He looked beautiful to her, with her cock between his sass, her joy mounting and building as he continued his amateur, but fantastic blowjob, their center locked.


"Mm.. feel into the camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her cock between her finger as her pleasance started to establish, her early 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 endorsement of natural action for posterity and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his dark eyes beautiful, the contrast between his white skin, red nerve, and her fatal cock almost esthetic, though she knew it would hardly be a classy work of art. More of Michael Jackson Pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, vox business firm but heady with lustfulness and pleasure, her own indigence beginning to mount as he serviced her.


To her delight he responded without pause, his rim moving faster along her slick dark length, her moans and audio of pleasure becoming more than enunciate as the lewd sucking and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their worlds with the single act of him sucking pecker for the first time.


"Baby that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to stay standing, her legs growing weak with the delight as he pushed his head up and down her distance, soft, slightly swollen lips rolling up and down the steely firmly, but still slick soft distance of her cock, his spit pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the underside, utilising every conjuring trick he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasy about, to pleasure this gloomy fair sex, whose epithet he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to pee me cum.."she said, her breather hastening, her mouth give slightly as she wet her full backtalk with her garden pink tongue, her joy coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slipperiness, wet distance of her darkness shaft and pulled back slightly so her hard, visibly pulsing cock pulled free of his wanting mouth with another lewd pop, a ancestry of his spit connecting his pink tongue to the swell up head of her big, black cock.


He whimpered a piffling, almost looking disappointed as her hammer popped free of his lips, kneeling in front of her, cheeks flushed and oculus half lidded.


Despite her drown need and hope she made sure to capture everything she needed to on her television camera, his lubricious, wanting gaze, his sassing parted, his glossa out, so lost in his own submissive wants he likely didn't substantiate his legal action, his own cock clearly hard in the image, she bit her wide lip and felt the first of all spark of climax arch through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her substantially to stabilize the camera as her climax hit her, thick ovalbumin ropes of cum launching from her throbbing pecker as she stroked it, streaking across his face and skin, gluing one of his beautiful oculus shut as she was sure to make sure a few thick strands crack between his split up brim, landing on his glossa, letting him taste the end result of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasure as she let her digit glide up and down her slick magazine shaft, her balls twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his side and into his waiting mouth, the shooting strands slowing to become a trickling stream which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to get the last 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 cushion in her helping hand as she fed it again between his backtalk, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his lips closing around the warm, sticky tip of her peter as his spit bathed it, eeking out every hold out smidgin of pleasure she could muster.


Charlene let out a little sighing shake of delight and tossed her headphone onto the bed after ending the transcription, reaching down to fondle his beautiful fount."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 cheeks flushed. They both knew he had though he still couldn't bring himself to say it.


She smirked,"Since you ca n't hold how a lot you liked it and how much you want more, I'll make that soft too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a calendar week. Or I post that picture online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't give a fuck. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that help oneself 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 shot declivity from his swollen lips where it flopped to pillow between her second joint, his body squirming slightly, bound as he was, trying to rush his own ignored turncock."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his adept to fathom defeated, though he was struggling to refuse how he so clearly felt.


Charlene smirked, amusement knit 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 hair, turning her back to him and taking a step away, finger's breadth finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her head, denying him the view of her immense, enceinte titty as they spilled free from her top, letting the small-scale shirt declivity to the floor.


She looked over her articulatio humeri and smirked, enjoying his eager expression, how quickly this bloodless boy had fallen for her thick peter.


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


She'd have to check his name at some dot .