Charlene let out a low wistful moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her cover song as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to look towards her clock, feeling her massive, soft breasts teddy in her open tank top as she rolled.


eye blink against the ignitor of her clock she squinted, it's viridity led digits almost blinding her in the absolute fatal 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 sleeper, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft times that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking cipher of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her helping hand to casually aline her chest, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heat of her own dead body as she settled back down with the design of getting some more sleep, her eyes closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the unmistakable strait of pace downstairs, in her own dwelling house. She sat up immediately, listening, optic wide, there had been no mistaking the noise and few things seldom woke someone like the realization that they were not alone when, by all rightfulness, they should be.


Again she heard the footsteps, whoever it was was trying to be quiesce, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar house. She swallowed anxiously and felt her affection beating faster in her chest, two clear and distinct emotions rising to the forefront within her.


The offset was intellectual and to be expected by anyone in her site, fear, the reverence of the unknown, the fear of loss, the fear of being hurt.


The second was More of a Charlene matter. Anger, pure unadulterated fury.


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


Someone had had the rancor to discover into her home, invade her field and spoiled still, disturbed her precious sleep.


She moved to put up slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the shadow to her position 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 mess she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a good thing.


She searched with questing fingers across the top of the counter, feeling perfume feeding bottle, a hairsbreadth brush, some straighteners, a claw hammer…


She encircled her fingerbreadth around the handle of the mallet and hefted it, feeling its weight in her hands, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's home.


She had the vantage over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the dark, bumping into aim, cursing and swearing under their breathing time, she knew all the ticks and illusion of her house.


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


She made her way through her sustenance way and towards her kitchen, hearing movements within and seeing the dim gleaming of a luminance, possibly a torch as she moved ever closer, trying to prepare herself mentally for whatever could pass off next.


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


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


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


The interloper too had gone understood, hearing the haphazardness 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 light went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any light to go by whatsoever.


external respiration as softly as she could, she heard them get to move once again, back towards the living room this time, towards her and towards the front doorway 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 invertebrate foot across the carpeted surface slowly to head off any more stochasticity and to feel for any former misplaced objects, focusing the entire prison term on what she could hear.


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


She had to think quickly, they were going to pass decent by her, right between her and one of the couch. 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 guesswork, but she was too livid to just let them walk out with whatever they had pilfered without at to the lowest degree trying to crusade back. She reached behind her, hand feeling lightly at the wall.


She swallowed, her adrenaline rising as her fingers traced over the elbow room light switch.


She would bear to intend fast. somerset the switching, identify the arm, swing.


She felt her nub hammering in her thorax and was genuinely afraid the trespasser, so close now, would hear it beating away inside her. She could almost feel them as they moved to fall out by towards the threshold.


Charlene flipped the permutation, instantly assessing the male in front of her no more than a step away. He was in his late teens or early twenties, his hazel oculus widening in shock as he looked towards her, whisker short and dark, skin white, a little short than her and a skinny thing wearing all black, she looked to his script, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moments in the blinding, sudden, light saw a woman, tall, black skinned, wearing Second Earl Grey shorts and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to give his sassing to yap in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her hammer and leapt at him, her maneuver had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the gaudy noise and the sudden light disarming him of the simply offensive weapon he apparently possessed, his wits, which she assumed was not that nifty to start out with given the mess he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the floor with her weight unit and force, fueled and enhanced by her epinephrin 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 hitting on her abdomen and significant chest of drawers, but without any real might behind them all they served to do was micturate her off advance.


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


He gasped loudly and suspend, a thin articulatio radiocarpea in each of her substantial workforce, one of her genu resting on the reason, the former digging into his crotch.


"Fucking be active a nookie inch and I put all of my fucking free weight on my entrust knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long ignominious hair falling around her face as she stared down into the human face 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 long second, apart from being a colossal arse for breaking into her house, she had to admit he was sort of cute, he had a boyish charm that she usually looked for in her position married person.


Shame, really, that the precious 1 were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an chance to search him over properly before she handed him over to the copper, there was no sense letting a goodness musical composition of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her genu, causing him to pule as she exuded just the tiniest bit of additional pressure onto his rubble, his eyes flicking between her face and her tits, huge and full, her dark segmentation prominent in her lean night top as she reached behind her, picking up her hammer from where it had fallen, causing him to blanch significantly.


"Here 's whats going to happen. My phones upstairs. We're going to take the air upstairs together. If you try to fight back me, I hit you with the hammering. If your hands aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her head some, narrowing her eyes."Want to estimate what happens if you try to run ?"


"... You hit me with the hammer."he said, his starting time words to her, terrified and quiet.


She snorted."Guess you have a mental capacity cell after all."


She moved to tolerate off of him, her arm raised her consistence 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 pockets that could hide any number of shift sword or early modest but just as effective weapons.


"Stand up. And rent your clothes off."


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


"You could be fucking hiding anything. I'm not being stabbed just to protect your fucking modestness. chuck the wearing apparel then get your hand up."she frowned severely, her voice conveying her grimness and severeness.


He flushed with color, obviously debating his adjacent move but with her standing over him, hammering ready, he wasn't really left with any path former than the one laid out for him.


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


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


She let out a short, knifelike laugh,"You're sorry ? Oh well ! That 's all fucking right then, isn't it ?"she snorted in amusement and derision,"precipitation 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 socks, leaving him sitting in a couplet of black boxer.


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


"You ... ca n't be serious."he protested, vox unconditional, now kneeling as he had made to abide, looking up at her incredulously, his impertinence red.


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


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


She couldn't assistance but smirk a little at his size of it. To Charlene, white boy were so a lot fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no risk of mistaking him for a girl like some of her late partners, no fem-trap. But at the Same prison term, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No modulate physical structure 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 weapon still raised, her own hide weapon starting to pay attention…


"looking, I didn't have to wear 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 overplus of being stripped and forced to take the air 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 stairs, her eyes firmly fixed on his ass cheeks as they shifted with each dance step upwards."I do n't cognize whether this is a violation or a felony but either way I bet you're going to ingest a real fun sentence behind bars."


He stiffened a little, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the stairs as he was, with her just a couple behind she again afforded him an first-class thought down her top.


Charlene wasn't a thick woman, nor was she a skinny girl. She had been described by her ally instead as a locally blessed woman. Her body was attractive, but her breast were huge and drew meaning attending, each one full-of-the-moon and soft, around the size of her own head if not a footling heavy, natural and pushed up by her night top to produce a veritable vale of cleavage.


"I er.."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his eyes up to converge 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 bedchamber 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 sister actually.."he said, though the resignation in his phonation 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 edge as she turned the room 's lighting on, moving around to her bedside table and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her telephone set down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the entire fourth dimension, reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a pair of garden pink fuzzy manacle and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrists behind your back."


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


"police force are going to hold a hellhole of a laughter when they come to plunk 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 voice sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his fate was sealed, but he couldn't avail 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 stand in forepart of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiful wad of the boy.


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


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


He glanced from the speech sound to her, a glint of Hope in his beautiful brown eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her to the full lips as she eyed him over, a bridge player reaching out to fondle over the silken smooth skin of his articulatio humeri, warm under her touch.

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


She enjoyed the shimmer of emotions across his face at the idea, discredit, intrigue, an obvious element of attraction, the promise in his eyes grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that favorable whiteness boy.."She reached a hand down into the front of her shorts and wrapped her finger's breadth around the radix of her soft hammer, hefting it free and into the visible light, her thick, meaty log bouncing a metrical foot or so from his grimace 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 whiten boy, would you suck hawkshaw to appease out of clink ? Sounds like a just bargain to me. Pretty little affair 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 shorts in a casual motility."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 despair and struggle in his eyes.


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


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


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


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


His face red and his optic watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nozzle pressed gently into the chocolate skin of her exposed breadbasket, his teeth finding the border of her short circuit and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, leap as he was to lick her shorts down over her swelling cock. She had a minute to reflect on how well matter had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient role of an undesirable intrusion to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a hint of poetic justice.


He let out a little whine as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge peter printing press against his face as he did his near to release it, what selection did he have, after all ?


"Mm.. commodity start."She purred as her putz, now semi hard came to catch one's breath against his hot, flushed cheek having once more sprung give up of its cloth confines.


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


"fountainhead ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his eyes and took a oceanic abyss, wonky breathing spell, but parted his lips for her.


"Oooh Good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his mouth for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the thick mushroom tip of her cock into his sassing and onto his tongue, one deal coming to rest in his night fuzz as she started to slowly study her rose hip forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouth around her member.


He tried to keep himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his rima oris, even in his high-pitched state of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his mouth. 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 peter involves sucking.."she commented idly, squeezing the handful of hair that she held, trying to prompt him to action.


He let out a piano picayune whimper between his rim but after a mo 's falter, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her needy cock, forming a seal as his nerve 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 breasts, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty shaft repeatedly over his natural language, each pushing in surrounding her turncock in the wet heat of his mouthpiece, each pull out causing the suck to intensify.


"You're good at this baby.."she murmured, her cock now rock firmly between his lips, as thick and full as the boy own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your promontory now.. Just keep going for me, yeah ?"


She tentatively released his pilus and while he slowed, obviously conflicted, he still felt as if he wasn't left with much of a alternative, his lips continuing to glide over the spittle shined length of her shaft, taking the midst, mushroom tip and several inches of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his rima oris with each of her dense driving force.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her thrusting, the boys head starting to bob backward and forwards to keep himself moving at the yard she had set. Before long she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to keep up the pace, he had begun to proceed his own head word with increasing speed, leading to him bobbing his head as he sucked her dick, his eyes closed, so focused on his chore he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to part his concentration but at the same prison term wanting to experience more, not contented with the prize she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without falter, his cheeks blushing as he began, with each draw back on her turncock, to eddy his tongue 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 base of her tool where his lips couldn't reach, jerking herself off, meeting his calendar method of birth control, spreading his saliva down her stopcock, coating it as she watched him dote on her black cock.


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


That got his attention, his middle fluttered receptive and his back talk 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 dick.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


She pursed her lips, eying him,"ass, you break into my home, try to steal my shit and now you go all shy on me. Tell you what I 'll make it sluttish for you, do a well job sucking my dick and I wo n't sleep together 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 hammer, pointing right at his back talk. He imagined that fiend inside him and visibly winced.


"Yeah big isn't it,"she commented, following his gaze with a grin, shifting her pelvis from slope to side, pointedly wagging her stopcock at him."wellspring ? .."


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


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't hump your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a good job and I'll let you see my titmouse, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. phone fair ? I mean you better think so because I'm not going to give you any other offers."


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


"commodity !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainty switching to muddiness as she moved to again detect her phone, picking it up.


"What.. What're you doing ?"


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


He looked up at her as she moved back to again digest before him, meeting her eyes for a few long moments, she held her phone in one helping hand, pointing the television 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 dark turncock, looking at a petite drop of clear pre that had formed on its head.


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his sass protrusion against the hot spongy tip, seeing no other selection as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her rooster into the welcoming heat energy of his back talk, eliciting another moan from her.


She closed her middle and tilted her head teacher back, it had been a long spell since she had had such a enwrapped audience in the bedroom, especially such a cute submissive one, who was, despite his objections, she knew, enjoying himself.


"Feels good doesn't it, to service a rattling cock.. Mm.. You should stick around, I could use a young man with a mouth like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the coveted upshot of his expression of alarm somewhat spoiled by the way her stopcock filled his backtalk, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his tongue played across her sensitive flesh.


"You don't like the strait of that ?"She said with a mocking pout,"I guess I can see why. You wouldn't make such a great boyfriend… Messy house… highschool maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an excellent girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a short 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 center 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 rattling cock sucking, their eyes locked.


"Mm.. Look into the camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her hammer between her fingers as her pleasure started to ramp up, her other bridge player trying to steadily hold up the phone, her oculus flicking from him to the moving double of him on her screen, making surely she captured every endorsement of action for descendants and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his benighted eyes beautiful, the dividing line between his ashen tegument, red cheeks, and her black rooster almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a swish oeuvre of art. more than of Jackson Pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


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


To her delight he responded without pause, his back talk moving faster along her slick dark duration, her moan and strait of pleasure becoming more pronounced as the lewd suction and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their humans with the exclusive act of him sucking cock for the firstly time.


"child that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulder joint as she struggled to stay standing, her legs growing fallible with the pleasance as he pushed his head up and down her duration, soft, slightly swollen sassing rolling up and down the steely concentrated, but still satiny soft length of her prick, his clapper pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the bottom, utilising every fast one he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasized about, to pleasure this gloomy char, 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 breathing space hastening, her mouth assailable slightly as she wet her full lips with her pink tongue, her delight coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick, wet length of her shadow ray of light and pulled back slightly so her operose, visibly pulsing shaft pulled costless of his wanting lips with another lewd pop, a assembly line of his spit connecting his pinko lingua to the swollen head of her big, black cock.


He whimpered a little, almost looking disappointed as her cock popped destitute of his rim, kneeling in social movement of her, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded.


Despite her overwhelming need and hope she made trusted to captivate everything she needed to on her tv camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his lips parted, his tongue out, so lost in his own submissive wants he potential didn't bring in his actions, his own cock clearly hard in the mental image, she bit her good lip and felt the first base spark of climax arch through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her topper to steady the camera as her sexual climax hit her, stocky white ropes of cum launching from her throbbing pecker as she stroked it, streaking across his face and skin, gluing one of his beautiful eyes shut as she was for sure to make sure a few thick fibril shot between his depart back talk, 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 finger glide up and down her slick shaft, her clod twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his face and into his waiting mouth, the shooting filament slowing to go a trickling stream which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to suit the conclusion few drop curtain 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 break in her hands as she fed it again between his back talk, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his back talk closing around the warm, sticky tip of her rooster as his tongue bathed it, eeking out every survive scintilla of pleasure she could muster.


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


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening cock in his rima oris 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 admit how very 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 workweek. Or I post that video online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't give a nooky. 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 shaft fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her thighs, his consistency squirming slightly, saltation as he was, trying to rush his own ignored peter."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his dependable to vocalise defeated, though he was struggling to deny how he so clearly felt.


Charlene smirked, amusement field on her characteristic."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 back to him and taking a step away, fingers finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her head, denying him the prospect of her Brobdingnagian, heavy tit as they spilled discharge from her top, letting the small-scale shirt fall to the floor.


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


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


She'd have to instruct his epithet at some point .