Charlene let out a low pensive moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covert as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to count towards her clock, feeling her monolithic, soft breasts chemise in her let loose cooler top as she rolled.


wink against the light of her clock she squinted, it's putting surface led digits almost blinding her in the absolute black of her room.


She frowned a little in discombobulation as the Inner Light declared it to be only three in the morn, she was usually a heavy railroad tie, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft clock time that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking nothing of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her hands to casually line up her chest, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heating system of her own consistency as she settled back down with the aim of getting some more sleep, her eyes closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the evident auditory sensation of stride downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, eyes wide, there had been no mistaking the racket and few things seldom woke mortal like the realization that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.


Again she heard the footsteps, whoever it was was trying to be quiet, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar home. She swallowed anxiously and felt her heart licking faster in her breast, two clear and distinct emotions rising to the head within her.


The first base was noetic and to be expected by anyone in her situation, care, the fear of the unknown, the fear of loss, the fearfulness of being hurt.


The second was more of a Charlene thing. choler, pure unadulterated Erinyes.


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


someone had had the gall to split up into her nursing home, invade her domain and worse still, disturbed her precious sleep.


She moved to resist slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the dark to her position cabinet. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the chance to tidy up the mess hall she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a in effect thing.


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


She encircled her fingers around the handle of the hammer and hefted it, feeling its weight unit in her manpower, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's home.


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 ticks and tricks of her house.


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


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


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


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


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


The trespasser too had gone silent, hearing the noise and entering a exchangeable 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 light went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any Light to go by whatsoever.


ventilation as softly as she could, she heard them bulge out to propel once again, back towards the living room this time, 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 wall, sliding her understructure across the carpeted surface slowly to fend off any more noises and to finger for any other misplaced objective, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.


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


She had to recollect quickly, they were going to pass rightfulness by her, right between her and one of the sofa. It was possible they had a gun, potential they had a knife, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't endangerment getting herself cut or shot, but she was too white to just let them walk out with whatever they had pilfered without at least trying to fight back. She reached behind her, paw feeling lightly at the wall.


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


She would have got to think fast. Flip the electric switch, discover the weapon system, swing.


She felt her pump hammering in her chest of drawers and was genuinely afraid the trespasser, so close now, would hear it beating away inside her. She could almost find them as they moved to draw by towards the door.


Charlene flipped the switch, instantly assessing the male in front of her no Thomas More than a footstep away. He was in his late stripling or other 20, his Pomaderris apetala center widening in blow as he looked towards her, tomentum curt and dark, skin white, a little unretentive than her and a tight-fitting thing wearing all contraband, she looked to his helping hand, both empty.


The boy, for the abbreviated of moments in the blinding, sudden, weak saw a cleaning lady, tall, Shirley Temple skinned, wearing Zane Grey shortstop and a army tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to give his mouth to yap in surprisal but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her hammer and leapt at him, her manoeuvre had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the flashy noise and the sudden ignitor disarming him of the only offensive weapon he apparently possessed, his humor, which she assumed was not that gravid to start with given the muckle he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him severely, bearing him to the story with her weight and long suit, fueled and enhanced by her adrenaline rush as she took him to the trading floor, instantly engaging in a struggle.


He flailed, gasping and yelping under her as he squirmed, he landed a few hits on her abdominal cavity and substantive breast, 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 half balled clenched fist in the side of the head, causing her to grit her dentition and double down her efforts, shifting her body exercising weight as she grabbed his carpus, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to achieve her objective.


He gasped loudly and stop dead, a lean wrist in each of her substantial hands, one of her knees resting on the priming coat, the former digging into his crotch.


"ass move a fucking inch and I put all of my fucking weight on my go away human knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long black hair falling around her face as she stared down into the case of a stranger, seeing that the vivid and particular pain sensation had very certainly mother his attention.


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


She eyed him over for a few long moments, apart from being a colossal bastard for breaking into her firm, she had to accept he was sorting of cute, he had a boyish charm that she usually looked for in her position partners.


disgrace, really, that the cute unity were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an chance to take care him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no sense letting a good objet d'art of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her articulatio genus, causing him to pule as she exuded just the tiniest bit of additional pressure onto his junk, his eyes flicking between her face and her tits, vast and full, her benighted cleavage prominent in her skimpy 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 materialize. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the hammer. If your script aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her capitulum some, narrowing her eyes."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


"... You hit me with the hammer."he said, his showtime tidings to her, terrorise and quiet.


She snorted."Guess you have a brain electric 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 chances, especially given that his clothing was escaped and loose-fitting, with a large number of pockets that could veil any routine of shift blades or other small but just as effective weapons.


"Stand up. And charter your wearing apparel 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 apparel then get your hands up."she frowned severely, her voice conveying her severity and severeness.


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


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


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


She let out a shortly, knifelike gag,"You're sorry ? Oh well ! That 's all fucking right then, isn't it ?"she snorted in amusement and derision,"hurriedness the fuck up."


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his yearn legs, kicking off his shoes and setting both in a big bucks before following suit with his dark air sock, leaving him sitting in a twain of black boxers.


He moved to fend but she tutted, waving the hammer at him with a hint of menace,"Everything hon."


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


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


He let out a rickety sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxershorts, revealing his package to her, about four inches flaccid between his second joint, a plot of ground of sullen pilus above his length and under his arms seemingly the lone body hair he boasted.


She couldn't assist but smirk a lilliputian at his size of it. To Charlene, white boy were so practically fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no risk of mistaking him for a daughter like some of her previous partners, no fem-trap. But at the Same meter, he was only dabbling in his maleness. No toned consistency or muscularity, no strong jaw or thick beard. Just a young man, slender and lithe.


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


"Look, I didn't have to split up 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 take the air before her.


"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the constabulary are going to bask picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your pants back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stairs, her eyes firmly fixed on his ass cheeks as they shifted with each step upwards."I do n't know whether this is a misdemeanor or a felony but either way I bet you're going to 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 span behind she again afforded him an excellent scene down her top.


Charlene wasn't a thick adult female, nor was she a tight-fitting little girl. She had been described by her friends instead as a locally blessed char. Her body was attractive, but her titty were immense and drew significant attention, each one full moon and soft, around the sizing of her own head if not a little larger, natural and pushed up by her night top to produce a authentic valley of cleavage.


"I er.."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his heart up to meet her,"I ca n't go to jail.."


"She laughed again and pushed him forward with the top of her hammer, urging him towards her bedroom where her earphone lay plugged in and charging.


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


"My sis actually.."he said, though the resignation in his voice made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his prepared lie.


"Pft. Sure. Sit your ass down."she commanded, pointing to the bed as they entered the room.


He did as he was told, sitting on the border as she turned the room 's Inner 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 intact time, reached into the seat drawer of her bedside board, pulling out a pair of garden pink fuzzed handlock and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrists behind your back."


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


"constabulary are going to have a snake pit of a laugh when they come to pick you up huh ? All naked and cuffed up.."she smirked.


"Please… I'll do anything, I just… I just ca n't go to lag. please ?"he said, his voice 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 power hammer down, figuring she no longer needed it with him restrained as he was and picked up her phone, walking to suffer in front of him, looking down at the sorry, piteous sight of the boy.


He wasn't crying, but he was airless she could distinguish, 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 hired man at such an slant 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 eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her broad lips as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to caress over the silky smooth skin of his shoulder, warm under her touch.

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


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


"Oh, you aren't that lucky Andrew Dickson White boy.."She reached a hand down into the front of her shorts and wrapped her fingers around the base of her soft dick, hefting it free and into the luminousness, her thick, meaty log bouncing a foot or so from his expression as it flopped free of its confines.


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


"Bigger diffuse than you are difficult ? Yeah, I guessed that."she grinned.


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


"interrogative for you snowy boy, would you suck dick to stay out of jail ? Sounds like a fair bargain to me. Pretty little affair like you would probably end up sucking putz in poky anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her shorts in a casual 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 conflict 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 earpiece."Alright, go ahead."she put her hands on her articulatio coxae, waiting patiently.


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


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


His face red and his eyes watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nose pressed gently into the umber hide of her endanger stomach, his dentition finding the sharpness of her shorts and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with entertainment as he struggled, leap as he was to work her short circuit down over her swelling hammer. She had a mo 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 hint of poetic justice.


He let out a fiddling whine as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge rooster press against his expression as he did his best to discharge it, what selection did he stimulate, after all ?


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


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


"well ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his optic and took a mystifying, shivering breath, but parted his lips for her.


"Oooh Good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his sassing for her, Charlene wasted no clock time in sliding the thick mushroom tip of her peter into his rima oris and onto his spit, one hired hand coming to take a breather in his blue hair as she started to slowly work her coxa forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouth around her member.


He tried to celebrate himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his mouthpiece, even in his high body politic of defence he couldn't escape the fact that he had a prick in his sassing. He felt its heat, 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 rooster involves sucking.."she commented idly, squeezing the smattering of hair that she held, trying to prompt him to action.


He let out a soft piffling whimper between his brim but after a moment 's vacillation, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her needy cock, forming a seal as his buttock 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 boob, urging her pelvis forwards and backward as she slid her meaty spear repeatedly over his spit, each push in surrounding her cock in the wet heat of his back talk, each wrench out causing the suction to intensify.


"You're good at this baby.."she murmured, her prick now rock severely between his sass, as thick and full as the boys own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your mind now.. Just go along 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 very much of a selection, his lips continuing to glide over the spit shined length of her dick, taking the midst, mushroom tip and several inches of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his mouth with each of her slow thrusting.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her thrusts, the boy head starting to bob backward and forwards to keep himself moving at the rate she had set. Before foresightful she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to keep up the tempo, he had begun to strike his own head with increasing speed, leading to him bobbing his headspring as he sucked her shaft, 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 out his concentration but at the same fourth dimension wanting to feel more, not subject matter with the prize she had already garnered.


To her surprisal he did so now without hesitation, his cheeks blushing as he began, with each drawing card back on her putz, to swirl his tongue around the sensitive tip of her dick, causing her to thrill in delight.


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


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


That got his tending, his eyes fluttered open and his lips moved up her hammer, letting it crepuscule free of his mouthpiece 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, phonation weak.


"Sort 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, abashed and confused about himself.


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


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


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


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


She pursed her lips, eying him,"Fuck, you break into my nursing home, try to slip my turd and now you go all shy on me. narrate you what I 'll ready it sluttish for you, do a good job sucking my pecker and I wo n't know your ass. That all the motivation you need ?"


He looked up at her sharply, his eyes widening as he looked from her regard to her massive, throbbing shaft, 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 grin, shifting her hips from side to side, pointedly wagging her cock at him."Well ? .."


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


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't bed your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a dependable job and I'll let you see my tits, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. sound fairish ? I mean you salutary think so because I'm not going to establish you any other offers."


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


"commodity !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainty switching to discombobulation as she moved to again recover her earphone, 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 tenacious second, she held her phone in one mitt, pointing the television camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a photo or more likely, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her nighttime hammer, looking at a tiny drop of clear pre that had formed on its head.


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his rim swelling against the hot spongy tip, seeing no other choice as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her peter into the welcoming hotness of his backtalk, eliciting another moan from her.


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


"flavor dependable doesn't it, to serve a very cock.. Mm.. You should get around, I could use a boyfriend with a mouth like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the hope effect of his look 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 medium flesh.


"You don't like the sound of that ?"She said with a mocking pout,"I guess I can see why. You wouldn't make such a great boyfriend… Messy house… senior high maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an excellent girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a small 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 oculus on her, distracting her from her taunting. He looked beautiful to her, with her cock between his lips, her pleasure mounting and building as he continued his amateur, but wonderful blowjob, their oculus locked.


"Mm.. looking into the photographic camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her turncock between her digit as her pleasure started to ramp up, her former hand trying to steadily hold the phone, her heart flicking from him to the moving image of him on her screen, making for certain she captured every second gear of action at law for posterity and, of track, blackmail.


He did so, his dark center beautiful, the direct contrast between his blank tegument, red boldness, and her black cock almost aesthetic, though she knew it would hardly be a posh piece of work of art. More of Jackson Jackson Pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, representative firm but heady with lust and pleasure, her own pauperization beginning to mount as he serviced her.


To her delight he responded without pause, his lips moving faster along her slick night duration, her moans and sounds of delight becoming to a greater extent pronounce as the lewd sucking and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their worlds with the I act of him sucking shaft for the start time.


"Baby that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulder as she struggled to ride out standing, her legs growing faint with the pleasure as he pushed his head up and down her length, soft, slightly swollen lips rolling up and down the steely hard, but still silklike soft distance of her cock, his tongue pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the undersurface, utilising every trick he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasy about, to pleasure this sullen woman, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to make me cum.."she said, her breath hastening, her oral fissure give slightly as she wet her full lips with her pink tongue, her pleasure coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick, wet distance of her dark pecker and pulled back slightly so her backbreaking, visibly pulsing rooster pulled liberal of his wanting lips with another lewd pop, a line of his saliva connecting his pink tongue to the swell headway of her big, disgraceful cock.


He whimpered a short, almost looking disappointed as her stopcock popped unblock of his back talk, kneeling in presence of her, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded.


Despite her drown need and hope she made sure to capture everything she needed to on her camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his back talk parted, his tongue out, so lost in his own submissive wants he probably didn't clear his activeness, his own turncock clearly hard in the double, she bit her full lip and felt the showtime spark of climax arch through her dead body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her best to calm the camera as her flood tide hit her, slurred White ropes of cum launching from her throbbing cock as she stroked it, streaking across his boldness and skin, gluing one of his beautiful eyes shut as she was sure enough to make for sure a few thick strands blastoff between his parted brim, landing on his knife, letting him taste 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 slick putz, her balls twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his case 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 become the last few drop-off 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 sleep with amazing.."she panted, her cock starting to soften in her hands 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 cock as his tongue bathed it, eeking out every last smidgin of pleasure she could muster.


Charlene let out a piddling sigh shiver of delight and tossed her phone onto the bed after ending the transcription, 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 sassing as she caressed him, his boldness flushed. They both knew he had though he still couldn't bring himself to say it.


She smirked,"Since you ca n't 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 week. Or I post that video online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't give a fuck. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that help you huh, white boy ? You can let me use like we both want without having to say you freely gave yourself up to a shemale top."


He slowly let the softening dick fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her thigh, his body squirming slightly, bound as he was, trying to stimulate his own ignored cock."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his good to sound defeated, though he was struggling to refuse how he so clearly felt.


Charlene smirked, entertainment plain stitch on her feature of speech."None whatsoever. Now, it's like, fucking four AM. I'm going to clean you up and go the piece of ass to sleep."


She reached down to tussle his hair, turning her back to him and taking a gradation away, fingerbreadth finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her head, denying him the thought of her huge, heavy breasts as they spilled free from her top, letting the lowly shirt dip to the floor.


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


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


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