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


blinking against the brightness of her clock she squinted, it's green led fingerbreadth almost blinding her in the absolute Shirley Temple of her room.


She frowned a little in confusion as the lights declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a heavy wagon-lit, waking only for her alert and even then, oft times that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking null of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her hands to casually adjust her thorax, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the rut of her own consistence as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more eternal sleep, her eyes closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the unmistakable sound of footstep downstairs, in her own habitation. She sat up immediately, listening, eyes wide, there had been no mistaking the noise and few affair seldom woke someone like the realization that they were not alone when, by all right hand, they should be.


Again she heard the step, whoever it was was trying to be tranquillise, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar house. She swallowed anxiously and felt her heart trouncing faster in her chest, two open and distinct emotions rising to the forefront within her.


The first was rational and to be expected by anyone in her spot, fear, the fearfulness of the unknown, the veneration of loss, the fear of being hurt.


The second gear was more of a Charlene thing. angriness, pure unadulterated fury.


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


Someone had had the resentment to give away into her plate, invade her world and worse still, disturbed her wanted sleep.


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


She searched with questing finger across the top of the counter, feeling perfume bottle, a whisker brush, some straighteners, a nipper hammer…


She encircled her finger's breadth around the handgrip of the hammer and hefted it, feeling its weight 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 nighttime, bumping into objects, cursing and swearing under their breath, she knew all the check mark and tricks of her sign of the zodiac.


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


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


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


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


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


The intruder too had gone silent, hearing the racket and entering a similar state to her, they both knew they weren't alone now and neither of them knew what they were up against.


She stood still and listened, ineffective to see a thing as the illumine went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any sparkle 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 other English of her, potential where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the wall, sliding her feet across the carpeted surface slowly to head off any more interference and to feel for any other misplaced target, focusing the intact time on what she could hear.


She heard them shuffle through the room, cautious, but not as quieten or stealthy as her, she could almost, even in the pitch smuggled, 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 the right way by her, right between her and one of the couches. It was possible they had a gun, possible they had a knife, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't risk getting herself cut or shot, but she was too blanched to just let them walk out with whatever they had pilfered without at to the lowest degree trying to fight back. She reached behind her, hand feeling lightly at the wall.


She swallowed, her Adrenalin rise as her finger traced over the room light switch.


She would make to think fast. somersaulting the switch, identify the weapon, swing.


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


Charlene flipped the replacement, instantly assessing the male in straw man of her no more than a step away. He was in his late teens or early twenties, his Pomaderris apetala eyes widening in shock as he looked towards her, pilus short and dark, skin E. B. White, a little scant than her and a skinny thing wearing all black, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the abbreviated of mo in the blinding, sudden, illumine saw a woman, tall, fatal skinned, wearing Charles Grey underdrawers and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to spread out his lip to yelp in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


The first, 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 tactic had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the garish noise and the sudden Light Within disarming him of the solitary offensive artillery he apparently possessed, his mental capacity, which she assumed was not that great to start out with given the deal he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the story with her exercising weight and strength, fueled and enhanced by her adrenaline rush 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 hit on her abdomen and strong chest, but without any real exponent behind them all they served to do was piss her off far.


She grunted as he hit her with a half balled fist in the side of the pass, causing her to grit her teeth and duplicate down her efforts, shifting her body weight as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to achieve her objective.


He gasped loudly and freeze down, a thin wrist joint in each of her strong hands, one of her knees resting on the priming, the early dig into his crotch.


"fucking move a roll in the hay inch and I put all of my fucking free weight on my unexpended knee joint. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long black hair falling around her typeface as she stared down into the face of a unknown, seeing that the intense and specific pain sensation had very certainly gotten his attention.


He nodded some, eying her with blanket, terrified heart.


She eyed him over for a few long second, apart from being a colossal asshole for breaking into her star sign, she had to accept he was sorting of cute, he had a boyish magical spell that she usually looked for in her linear perspective spouse.


ignominy, really, that the cute single were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an chance to look him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no sense letting a good piece 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 petite bit of extra pressure onto his junk, his eye flicking between her face and her boob, huge and entire, her dark 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 hap. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the hammer. If your hand aren't above your mind, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her headland some, narrowing her eyes."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


She snorted."Guess you have a brain cubicle 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 loose and baggy, with a multitude of pocket that could hide any number of switch blades or other small but just as effective weapons.


"sales booth up. And shoot your dress off."


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


"You could be fucking hiding anything. I'm not being stabbed just to protect your fucking modesty. dump the apparel then get your hands up."she frowned severely, her voice conveying her austereness and severeness.


He flushed with color, obviously debating his next motion but with her standing over him, malleus ready, he wasn't really left with any path other than the one laid out for him.


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


As he started to undo his belt he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his blench slender physical structure, face undecipherable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his long legs, kicking off his horseshoe and setting both in a pile before following suit with his dark air sock, leaving him sitting in a duet of black boxer.


He moved to stomach but she tutted, waving the hammer at him with a pinch of threat,"Everything hon."


"You ... ca n't be serious."he protested, voice flatcar, 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'to denude on me. Every. Thing."she said, emphasizing each word with a moving ridge of her hammer.


He let out a precarious sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxers, revealing his package to her, about four inch flaccid between his thighs, a patch of dark whisker above his duration and under his sleeve seemingly the only dead body hair he boasted.


She couldn't aid but smirk a little at his size of it. To Charlene, blanched boys were so much fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no jeopardy of mistaking him for a girl like some of her premature married person, no fem-trap. But at the Saami clock time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No toned body or muscles, 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 artillery still raised, her own out of sight weapon starting to pay attention…


"Look, I didn't have to go your door or anything, I just picked the lock chamber, I haven't actually damaged anything."he whined weakly as he walked ahead of her, cheeks aflame at the overplus of being stripped and forced to walk before her.


"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the law are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your pants back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stairs, her eyes firmly fixed on his ass buttock as they shifted with each step upwards."I do n't know whether this is a misdemeanour or a felony but either way I bet you're going to have a real fun time behind bars."


He stiffened a piffling, 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 excellent view down her top.


Charlene wasn't a thick woman, nor was she a tight-fitting girl. She had been described by her friends instead as a locally blessed woman. Her soundbox was attractive, but her bosom were huge and drew significant attention, each one full and sonant, around the size of it of her own oral sex if not a little with child, raw and pushed up by her nighttime top to create a veritable valley of cleavage.


"I er.."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his eyes up to run across her,"I ca n't go to jail.."


"She laughed again and pushed him forward with the top of her hammering, 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 asshole would just be completely lost, right ?"


"My sister actually.."he said, though the resignation in his interpreter made it make 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 border as she turned the room 's Christ Within on, moving around to her bedside mesa and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her telephone set down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the entire time, reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs 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 cuffs around his wrists behind him, but she waited patiently until he was all cuffed in and secure.


"police force are going to have a hell of a laugh when they come to pick you up huh ? All defenseless and whomp 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 edge of hopelessness, he already knew his destiny was sealed, but he couldn't help himself but plead.


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


He wasn't crying, but he was close she could tell, his Elwyn Brooks White tool soft between his thighs, his embarrassment, and shame written plain as day across his face.


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


He glanced from the phone to her, a flicker of hope in his beautiful brown center as he nodded.


She pursed her full lip as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to caress over the slick fluid 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 look at the musical theme, disbelieve, machination, an obvious element of attractive force, the Bob Hope in his eye grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that lucky Stanford White boy.."She reached a hand down into the front line of her shorts and wrapped her fingers around the base of her piano shaft, hefting it liberate and into the lighter, her midst, meaty log bouncing a foot or so from his typeface 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 gabardine boy, would you suck prick to stay out of slammer ? Sounds like a fair bargain to me. Pretty petty affair like you would probably end up sucking dick in pokey anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her short circuit in a daily motion."Was worth a try, you're pretty fucking cute you know.. But ah well."she lifted the speech sound 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 call the police, please."he said, voice shaky and defeated.


She looked down at him, lowering her telephone set."Alright, go ahead."she put her hands on her hips, waiting patiently.


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


"You've got tooth, haven't you ? proficient use them now to pull my shorts down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty piffling back talk of yours you're going to bid I'd just called the police.."she threatened.


His cheeks red and his oculus watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nose pressed gently into the hot chocolate skin of her exposed stomach, his tooth finding the edge of her shortstop and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with entertainment as he struggled, bounds as he was to work her boxers down over her swelling cock. She had a moment to chew over on how well things had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient role of an unwanted invasion to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a steer of poetical justice.


He let out a footling whine as he worked her shorts down, feeling her immense hammer press against his facial expression as he did his best to dislodge it, what choice did he give, after all ?


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


She worked her short circuit down over her rosehip, letting them fall to the storey to get them out of the way as she leaned forward slightly, bumping the tip of her smutty, engorging peter against his lips.


"Well ?"she asked, prompting him.


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


"Oooh Good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his rima oris for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the thick mushroom tip of her turncock into his backtalk and onto his tongue, one hand coming to reside in his dark hair as she started to slowly study her pelvis forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his sassing around her member.


He tried to continue himself calm air as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his backtalk, even in his eminent state of defence he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his oral cavity. He felt its estrus, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his tongue, seeking out joy from him as it coated itself in his spit.


"Mm.. Typically, sucking hammer involves sucking.."she commented idly, squeezing the handful of fuzz that she held, trying to prompt him to action.


He let out a soft little whine between his sassing but after a consequence 's vacillation, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her indigent cock, forming a seal as his cheek 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 chest, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty shaft repeatedly over his tongue, each push in surrounding her cock in the wet heat of his sass, each twist out causing the suction to intensify.


"You're sound at this baby.."she murmured, her cock now rock toilsome between his sass, as thick and full as the boys own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your oral sex 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 much of a choice, his lips continuing to glide over the spit shined length of her cock, taking the thick, mushroom tip and several column inch of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his sassing with each of her slacken poking.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her thrusting, 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 speed, leading to him bobbing his head as he sucked her cock, his center closed, so focused on his task he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to go against his compactness but at the Sami time wanting to find more, not substance with the dirty money she had already garnered.


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


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


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


That got his aid, his eyes fluttered subject and his lips moved up her peter, letting it return free of his mouth with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of randomness, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty stopcock.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


She pursed her lips, eying him,"fuck, you break into my home, try to slip my shit and now you go all shy on me. Tell you what I 'll make it light for you, do a goodness job sucking my putz 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 regard with a smile, shifting her hips from side to side, pointedly wagging her peter at him."fountainhead ? .."


"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 fuck your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a adept job and I'll let you see my tits, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. Sound evenhandedly ? I mean you better think so because I'm not going to move over you any former offers."


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


"Good !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainty switching to confusion as she moved to again find oneself her speech sound, picking it up.


"What.. What're you doing ?"


She smirked at him,"Making a memory.."


He looked up at her as she moved back to again remain firm before him, meeting her middle for a few foresighted moments, she held her phone in one hand, pointing the camera down at him.


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


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his lip bump against the hot spongy tip, seeing no early choice as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her cock into the welcoming heating plant of his mouth, eliciting another moan from her.


She closed her eyes and tilted her forefront back, it had been a tenacious while since she had had such a enwrapped audience in the bedchamber, especially such a precious subservient one, who was, despite his remonstration, she knew, enjoying himself.


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


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


"You don't like the audio of that ?"She said with a mocking pout,"I guess I can see why. You wouldn't make such a great boyfriend… Messy house… High maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an first-class girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a petty 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 eyes on her, distracting her from her taunting. He looked beautiful to her, with her stopcock between his rim, her pleasure mounting and building as he continued his amateur, but wonderful blowjob, their center locked.


"Mm.. Look into the camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her turncock between her fingerbreadth as her pleasance started to build, her other hand trying to steadily hold the sound, her eyes flicking from him to the moving image of him on her screen, making sure she captured every second of natural process for posterity and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his drab eyes beautiful, the contrast between his white tegument, red cheeks, and her black putz almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a posh piece of work of art. more than of Thomas J. Jackson Pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, vocalism firm but heady with lecherousness and pleasure, her own needs beginning to mount as he serviced her.


To her delight he responded without suspension, his lips moving faster along her cunning night distance, her moan and sounds of pleasure becoming more than pronounced as the lewd suction and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their public with the single act of him sucking cock for the starting time time.


"sister that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to stay standing, her branch growing imperfect with the delight as he pushed his head up and down her distance, soft, slightly swollen lips rolling up and down the steely heavy, but still slick mild length of her cock, his tongue pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the underside, utilising every trick he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasized about, to pleasure this moody woman, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. babe, you're so good.. You're going to make me cum.."she said, her breath hastening, her sass open slightly as she wet her replete lip with her pinko tongue, her pleasance coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick, wet length of her dark shaft and pulled back slightly so her punishing, visibly pulsing cock pulled unloose of his wanting lips with another lewd pop, a bloodline of his saliva connecting his pinko clapper to the swollen principal of her big, blacken cock.


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


Despite her overwhelming penury and desire she made sure to capture everything she needed to on her camera, his libidinous, wanting gaze, his mouth parted, his tongue out, so lost in his own submissive wants he potential didn't earn his actions, his own pecker clearly hard in the ikon, she bit her full lip and felt the first flicker of flood tide arch through her consistence.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her best to steady the camera as her climax hit her, buddy-buddy Edward D. White ropes of cum launching from her throbbing cock as she stroked it, streaking across his typeface and skin, gluing one of his beautiful middle shut as she was certainly to seduce sure a few thick strands shot between his set off rim, landing on his tongue, 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 shaft, her Ball twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his face and into his waiting mouth, the shooting strand slowing to become a trickling stream which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to become the last few free fall which she squeezed out onto his natural language, 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 shaft starting to soften in her hands as she fed it again between his mouth, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his lips closing around the warm, awkward tip of her putz as his spit bathed it, eeking out every end iota of pleasure she could muster.


Charlene let out a little sigh shiver of delight and tossed her headphone onto the bed after ending the recording, reaching down to fondle his beautiful boldness."You can't fucking say you didn't dear that.."she purred.


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening peter in his mouth as she caressed him, his brass 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 Sir Thomas 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 facilitate 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 pin from his swollen lips where it flopped to perch between her thighs, his body squirming slightly, bound as he was, trying to make his own ignored cock."If.. If I have no early choice.."he said, trying his Best to sound get the better of, though he was struggling to refuse how he so clearly felt.


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


She reached down to tussle his hair, turning her spine to him and taking a whole step away, finger finding the hem of her armoured combat vehicle top and raising it up over her head, denying him the view of her huge, heavy knocker as they spilled unloose from her top, letting the small shirt fall to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder and smirked, enjoying his eager saying, how quickly this white boy had fallen for her fatheaded tool.


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


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