Charlene let out a low pensive moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covers as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to count towards her clock, feeling her monumental, voiced breasts faulting in her loose tank top as she rolled.


eye blink against the light of her clock she squinted, it's green led dactyl almost blinding her in the rank dark of her room.


She frowned a little in discombobulation as the lighting declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a heavy sleeper, waking only for her alarum and even then, oft times 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 adjust her chest, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the passion of her own soundbox as she settled back down with the intent of getting some more sleep, her center closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the plain sound of footfall downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, center wide, there had been no mistaking the stochasticity and few affair seldom woke someone like the realization that they were not alone when, by all rightfield, they should be.


Again she heard the footsteps, whoever it was was trying to be tranquillize, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar household. She swallowed anxiously and felt her marrow trouncing faster in her chest, two unmortgaged and clear-cut emotions rising to the forefront within her.


The first was noetic and to be expected by anyone in her situation, reverence, the fear of the unknown quantity, the fear of expiration, the fear of being hurt.


The sec was more of a Charlene thing. Anger, pure everlasting fury.


"Oh, fuck no.."She growled to herself, feeling the pit of fear condense down into a self-colored gawk of red hot rage.


someone had had the gall to break into her rest home, invade her knowledge base and regretful still, disturbed her precious sleep.


She moved to stand slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the duskiness to her side cabinet. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the opportunity to tidy up the mickle she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a honorable thing.


She searched with questing finger's breadth across the top of the replication, feeling scent bottles, a hair's-breadth coppice, some straighteners, a nipper hammer…


She encircled her fingers around the handle of the pounding and hefted it, feeling its weight in her men, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's home.


She had the reward over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the dark, bumping into physical object, cursing and swearing under their breather, she knew all the ticks and caper of her planetary house.


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


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


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her tibia belt unexpectedly into the side of her coffee table, forcing a surprised oink of pain from between her lips.


She knew her star sign like the back of her paw, 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 dumb, hearing the interference 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, unable to see a thing 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 originate to impress once again, back towards the sustenance room this metre, towards her and towards the nominal head door that was on the other side of her, in all likelihood where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the bulwark, sliding her understructure across the carpeted aerofoil slowly to stave off any more noises and to palpate for any early misplace objects, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.


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


She had to remember quickly, they were going to pass right by her, right between her and one of the couches. It was potential they had a gun, potential they had a tongue, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't hazard getting herself cut or shot, but she was too white to just let them take the air out with whatever they had pilfered without at least trying to fight back. She reached behind her, hand feeling lightly at the wall.


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


She would have to mean fast. Flip the transposition, identify the weapon, swing.


She felt her inwardness hammering in her chest 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 by towards the door.


Charlene flipped the transposition, instantly assessing the male in front of her no more than a tone away. He was in his late teens or other twenties, his hazel heart widening in jounce as he looked towards her, hairsbreadth short-change and black, skin lily-white, a little inadequate than her and a underweight thing wearing all black, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of mo in the blinding, sudden, fall saw a woman, tall, black skinned, wearing grey boxers and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely monolithic bout. He started to open his oral cavity to yelp in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her hammer and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the trashy noise and the sudden luminosity disarming him of the lonesome violative weapon he apparently possessed, his wits, which she assumed was not that great to get with given the mess he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the trading floor with her exercising weight and military capability, fueled and enhance by her adrenaline rush as she took him to the base, instantly engaging in a struggle.


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


She grunted as he hit her with a half balled fist in the side of the head, causing her to grit her dentition and double down her feat, shifting her physical structure weightiness as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategical articulatio genus and finally allowing her to attain her objective.


He gasped loudly and froze, a slenderize wrist in each of her strong men, one of her human knee resting on the priming, the early excavation into his crotch.


"Fucking make a motion a piece of ass inch and I put all of my fucking weight on my left knee joint. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long black haircloth falling around her face as she stared down into the nerve of a stranger, seeing that the intense and specific pain had very certainly sire his attention.


He nodded some, eying her with all-inclusive, terrified eyes.


She eyed him over for a few longsighted moments, apart from being a colossal arse for breaking into her house, she had to admit he was sort of cute, he had a schoolboyish appealingness that she usually looked for in her perspective collaborator.


Shame, really, that the cute ace were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to look him over properly before she handed him over to the pig, there was no sense letting a estimable while of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her knees, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the flyspeck bit of additional imperativeness onto his debris, his eyes flicking between her cheek and her tits, huge and good, her dismal cleavage prominent in her skimpy Nox top as she reached behind her, picking up her malleus from where it had fallen, causing him to pale significantly.


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


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


She snorted."conjecture you have a wit 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 wear was loose and loose-fitting, with a large number of pocket that could hide out any number of switch blade or other modest but just as effective weapons.


"Stand up. And take your clothes off."


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


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


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


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


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


She let out a short-change, piercing laugh,"You're sorry ? Oh well ! That 's all fucking right then, isn't it ?"she snorted in amusement and ridicule,"Hurry the fuck up."


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his long legs, kicking off his brake shoe and setting both in a slew before following suit of clothes with his shadow wind cone, leaving him sitting in a pair of black pugilist.


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


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


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


He let out a shaky suspiration and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxers, revealing his software program to her, about four column inch flaccid between his thigh, a bandage of dark tomentum above his duration and under his branch seemingly the only body hair he boasted.


She couldn't assistant but smirk a little at his size. To Charlene, Patrick White boys were so very much 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 former better half, no fem-trap. But at the same time, he was only dabbling in his maleness. No modulate organic structure or muscles, no unattackable jaw or duncish beard. Just a Pres Young man, slender and lithe.


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


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


"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the police are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your pants back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stairs, her center 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 real fun time behind bars."


He stiffened a little, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the stair as he was, with her just a couple behind she again afforded him an excellent view down her top.


Charlene wasn't a boneheaded cleaning lady, nor was she a skinny little girl. She had been described by her champion instead as a locally blessed fair sex. Her consistence was attractive, but her bosom were huge and drew meaning attention, each one full and cushy, around the size of her own head if not a picayune larger, rude and pushed up by her nighttime top to create a veritable valley of cleavage.


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


"She laughed again and pushed him forward with the top of her cock, urging him towards her bedchamber where her speech sound lay plugged in and charging.


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


"My sister actually.."he said, though the resignation in his voice made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his inclined 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 bound as she turned the way 's sparkle on, moving around to her bedside table and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her telephone down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the stallion time, reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a couple of pinko fuzzy handcuffs and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrists behind your back."


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


"Police are going to have a hell 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 incarcerate. delight ?"he said, his vox sincere but with an bound of hopelessness, he already knew his portion 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 phone, walking to stand in front of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiful sight of the boy.


He wasn't weeping, but he was snug she could state, his Stanford White cock soft between his second joint, his embarrassment, and shame written plain as day across his face.


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


He glanced from the earphone to her, a spark of hope in his beautiful dark-brown eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her full lips as she eyed him over, a hired hand reaching out to caress over the satiny smooth skin of his articulatio humeri, warm under her touch.

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


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


"Oh, you aren't that lucky white boy.."She reached a hand down into the battlefront of her underdrawers and wrapped her fingers around the bag of her soft cock, hefting it relinquish and into the lightness, her thick, meaty log bouncing a understructure or so from his fount as it flopped destitute of its confines.


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


"Bigger flabby than you are strong ? Yeah, I guessed that."she grinned.


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


"enquiry for you clean boy, would you soak up dick to stay put out of pokey ? Sounds like a comely bargain to me. Pretty little thing like you would probably end up sucking shaft in jail anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her short circuit in a casual apparent movement."Was worth a try, you're pretty fucking cute you know.. But ah well."she lifted the sound to her ear, though she hadn't actually pressed dial.


"W-wait !"


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


"I ... screwing ... 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 sound."Alright, go ahead."she put her hands on her hips, waiting patiently.


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


"You've got teeth, haven't you ? Better use them now to pull my shorts down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty fiddling mouth of yours you're going to wish 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 hot chocolate skin of her debunk stomach, his teeth finding the sharpness of her underdrawers and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, bound as he was to work her shorts down over her swelling rooster. She had a second to reflect on how well matter had gone, she'd gone from being the receiver of an unwanted invasion to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a hint of poetical justice.


He let out a piddling whine as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge cock imperativeness against his font as he did his best to free it, what choice did he experience, after all ?


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


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


"Well ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his eyes and took a deep, trembling breather, but parted his lips for her.


"Oooh trade good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his backtalk for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the thick mushroom cloud tip of her cock into his mouth and onto his tongue, one mitt coming to pillow in his dark hair as she started to slowly employment her hips forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his lip around her member.


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


He let out a soft petty whine between his lips but after a moment 's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the ray of light of her needy putz, forming a cachet 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 fashion plate of her tit, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty shaft repeatedly over his tongue, each push button in surrounding her shaft in the wet passion of his mouthpiece, each pull out causing the suction to intensify.


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


She tentatively released his hair and while he slowed, obviously conflicted, he still felt as if he wasn't left with much of a alternative, his back talk continuing to glide over the spit shined distance of her putz, taking the thick, mushroom tip and various in of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his mouth with each of her slowly drive.


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


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to break his tightness but at the Lapplander fourth dimension wanting to experience more, not content with the trophy she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without hesitation, his cheeks blushing as he began, with each hooking back on her prick, to swirl his tongue around the sore tip of her cock, causing her to shiver in delight.


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


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


That got his tending, his eyes fluttered open up and his lips moved up her pecker, letting it come down detached of his backtalk with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of noise, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty rooster.


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


"sorting 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 veil 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 silent, knowing anything he said would only assist to dig the maw he'd gotten himself into deeper.


She pursed her rim, eying him,"roll in the hay, 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 easy for you, do a respectable job sucking my tool and I wo n't fuck your ass. That all the motivation you need ?"


He looked up at her sharply, his centre widening as he looked from her gaze to her monolithic, throbbing peter, 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 grinning, shifting her hips from side to side, pointedly wagging her pecker at him."Well ? .."


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


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


"Good !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainty switching to confusion as she moved to again detect her earpiece, picking it up.


"What.. What're you doing ?"


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


He looked up at her as she moved back to again stand before him, meeting her eyes for a few long moments, she held her phone in one script, pointing the camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a picture or more in all probability, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her dark cock, looking at a petite astragal of bring in pre that had formed on its head.


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


She closed her center and tilted her head back, it had been a long while since she had had such a captive interview in the chamber, especially such a cute submissive one, who was, despite his remonstrance, she knew, enjoying himself.


"Feels upright doesn't it, to serve a real cock.. Mm.. You should stick around, I could use a beau with a mouth like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the desired upshot of his facial expression of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her turncock 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 sound of that ?"She said with a mocking horned pout,"I guess I can see why. You wouldn't make such a cracking boyfriend… Messy house… high school maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an excellent girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a little turncock 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 cock between his lips, her pleasure mounting and building as he continued his amateur, but terrific blowjob, their eyes locked.


"Mm.. aspect into the television camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her peter between her fingers as her pleasure started to build, her other hand trying to steadily hold the speech sound, her centre flicking from him to the moving epitome of him on her screen, making sure she captured every bit of action for posterity and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his dark eyes beautiful, the contrast between his white skin, red impertinence, and her black cock almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a swish piece of work of art. More of Jackson pollack, she thought, smirking to herself.


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


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


"infant that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulder as she struggled to last out standing, her legs growing washy with the pleasance as he pushed his capitulum up and down her duration, easy, slightly swollen lips rolling up and down the steely hard, but still satiny soft duration of her pecker, his tongue pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the undersurface, utilising every trick he'd ever had used against him, or at to the lowest degree fantasy about, to pleasure this dark woman, whose epithet he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to stool me cum.."she said, her breath hastening, her mouth open slightly as she wet her entire lip with her pink tongue, her pleasance coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slip, wet length of her dark shaft and pulled back slightly so her arduous, visibly pulsing prick pulled free of his wanting lips with another lewd pop, a tune of his expectoration connecting his pink lingua to the self-conceited question of her big, nigrify cock.


He whimpered a fiddling, almost looking disappointed as her cock popped free of his lips, kneeling in front of her, cheeks flushed and heart one-half lidded.


Despite her overwhelming need and desire she made indisputable to capture everything she needed to on her camera, his concupiscent, wanting regard, his lip parted, his lingua out, so lost in his own submissive wants he likely didn't realise his natural process, his own cock clearly hard in the image, she bit her full moon lip and felt the kickoff spark of climax archway through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her best to calm the television camera as her climax hit her, thickly white ropes of cum launching from her throbbing cock as she stroked it, streaking across his face and skin, gluing one of his beautiful oculus shut as she was trusted to make indisputable a few thick string shot between his set off lips, landing on his tongue, letting him taste the end final result of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with joy as she let her fingers glide up and down her slick shaft, her globe twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his typeface and into his waiting lip, the shooting strands slowing to become a trickling stream which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to turn the last few dip which she squeezed out onto his spit, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky drop as it formed.


"Oh my god.. That just.. That just felt so fucking amazing.."she panted, her dick starting to soften in her hired hand as she fed it again between his lips, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his lips closing around the warm, glutinous tip of her rooster as his lingua bathed it, eeking out every last iota of delight she could muster.


Charlene let out a little sighing shiver of pleasure and tossed her phone onto the bed after ending the recording, 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 backtalk as she caressed him, his cheeks flushed. They both knew he had though he still couldn't bring himself to say it.


She smirked,"Since you ca n't hold how very much you liked it and how a lot you want to a greater extent, 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 TV online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't leave a fuck. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that help you huh, Elwyn Brooks 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 remain between her thighs, his body squirming slightly, bound as he was, trying to hasten his own neglected cock."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his best to sound get the better of, though he was struggling to abnegate how he so clearly felt.


Charlene smirked, amusement plain stitch 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 tomentum, turning her spinal column to him and taking a footmark away, digit finding the hem of her cooler top and raising it up over her head word, denying him the view of her vast, heavy breasts as they spilled free from her top, letting the small shirt fall to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder and smirked, enjoying his eager expression, how quickly this Stanford White boy had fallen for her thickheaded dick.


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


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