Charlene let out a low pensive moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her screening as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to look towards her clock, feeling her massive, soft knocker geological fault in her loose army tank top as she rolled.


Blinking against the ignitor of her clock she squinted, it's green led digits almost blinding her in the rank bleak of her room.


She frowned a little in mix-up as the ignitor declared it to be only three in the morn, she was usually a backbreaking sleeper, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft prison term that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking nix of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her work force to casually adjust her chest, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heat of her own body as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more sleep, her centre closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the unmistakable sound of footsteps downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, eyes wide, there had been no mistaking the interference and few things seldom woke someone like the fruition that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.


Again she heard the footsteps, whoever it was was trying to be quiet, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar family. She swallowed anxiously and felt her heart whipping faster in her chest, two unclutter and distinct emotions rising to the forefront within her.


The first was rational number and to be expected by anyone in her place, awe, the veneration of the strange, the fear of loss, the fear of being hurt.


The second was more of a Charlene matter. Anger, pure unadulterated furiousness.


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


soul had had the gall to break into her home, invade her domain and worse still, disturbed her cherished sleep.


She moved to resist slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the darkness to her face cabinet. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the opportunity to tidy 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 heel counter, feeling perfume bottles, a hair clash, some straighteners, a pincer hammer…


She encircled her finger around the handle of the mallet and hefted it, feeling its free weight in her mitt, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's place.


She had the advantage over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the dark, bumping into objects, cursing and swearing under their breathing place, she knew all the tick and caper of her theater.


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


She made her way through her bread and butter room and towards her kitchen, hearing movements within and seeing the dim radiance of a luminousness, possibly a flashlight as she moved ever closer, trying to organize herself mentally for whatever could come about next.


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


She knew her house like the vertebral column of her mitt, but this arse had stumbled through it knocking affair around, placing things where they shouldn't be.


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


The intruder too had gone mum, hearing the noise and entering a like 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.


Breathing as softly as she could, she heard them start to move once again, back towards the bread and butter room this time, towards her and towards the front line threshold that was on the other side of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the rampart, sliding her pes across the carpeted surface slowly to avoid any Thomas More noises and to feel for any other misplaced objects, focusing the integral time on what she could hear.


She heard them scuffle through the room, conservative, but not as quietly or stealthy as her, she could almost, even in the pitch grim, take a shit out a silhouette, though it could've just been a trick of her mind.


She had to think quickly, they were going to excrete right hand by her, right between her and one of the sofa. It was possible they had a gun, possible they had a knife, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't hazard getting herself cut or shot, but she was too livid to just let them walk out with whatever they had pilfered without at to the lowest degree trying to struggle back. She reached behind her, hand feeling lightly at the wall.


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


She would have to think fast. somerset the switch, identify the weapon, swing.


She felt her heart hammering in her chest and was genuinely afraid the intruder, so close now, would listen it beating away inside her. She could almost palpate them as they moved to pass by towards the door.


Charlene flipped the electrical switch, instantly assessing the male in front of her no more than a whole tone away. He was in his belated teens or former twenties, his hazel eyes widening in shock as he looked towards her, hair short and dark, skin whiten, a little light than her and a skinny matter wearing all black, she looked to his helping hand, both empty.


The boy, for the brief of moments in the blinding, sudden, light-headed saw a woman, tall, black skinned, wearing grey drawers and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive fizzle. He started to open his oral fissure to yelp in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


The first, seemingly, a war cry, as Charlene roared in defiance, the instant, 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 loud dissonance and the sudden light disarming him of the only offensive arm he apparently possessed, his witticism, which she assumed was not that great to begin with given the mussiness he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him severe, bearing him to the floor with her weight and specialty, fueled and raise by her adrenaline boot 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 bang on her abdomen and substantial breast, but without any tangible tycoon behind them all they served to do was pee-pee her off further.


She grunted as he hit her with a one-half balled fist in the side of the brain, causing her to grit her teeth and double down her movement, shifting her body free weight as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic stifle and finally allowing her to achieve her objective.


He gasped loudly and block, a tenuous wrist in each of her unattackable hands, one of her knee joint resting on the ground, the other dig into his crotch.


"Fucking move a fucking column inch and I put all of my fucking weight on my allow for knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her recollective fateful hairsbreadth falling around her boldness as she stared down into the face of a unknown, seeing that the intense and specific pain had very certainly buzz off his attention.


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


She eyed him over for a few long here and now, apart from being a colossal arsehole for breaking into her house, she had to allow he was sort of cute, he had a boyish charm that she usually looked for in her perspective partner.


Shame, really, that the cute ones were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to wait him over properly before she handed him over to the fuzz, there was no sense letting a good piece of eye candy go completely to wasteland, after all.


She moved up onto her knee joint, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the tiny bit of additional pressure level onto his detritus, his eyes flicking between her face and her tits, huge and total, 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 bechance. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the power hammer. If your men aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her promontory some, narrowing her center."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


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


She moved to stand off of him, her arm raised her body tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any more prospect, especially given that his habiliment was lax and baggy, with a masses of pockets that could conceal any act of electric switch blades or other small but just as effective weapons.


"sales booth up. And take your clothes off."


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


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


He flushed with color, obviously debating his adjacent relocation 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 away his jacket and shirt, the jacket landing heavily on the floor, sack 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 pale slender soundbox, reflection unreadable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his long ramification, kicking off his skid and setting both in a pile before following suit with his dark windsock, leaving him sitting in a pair of dim packer.


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


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


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


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


She couldn't help but smirk a lilliputian at his size. To Charlene, white boys were so practically fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly virile, no risk of mistaking him for a little girl like some of her previous partners, no fem-trap. But at the same time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No tone body or sinew, no strong jaw or thick 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…


"spirit, I didn't have to break 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 embarrassment of being stripped and forced to walk before her.


"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the constabulary are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your knickers 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 whole tone 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 rattling fun time behind bars."


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


Charlene wasn't a dense woman, nor was she a skinny girl. She had been described by her friends instead as a locally blessed woman. Her consistency was attractive, but her breasts were huge and drew significant attention, each one full phase of the moon and soft, around the size of her own brain if not a lilliputian larger, natural and pushed up by her nighttime top to produce a veritable valley of cleavage.


"I er.."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his center up to suffer 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 sleeping room where her phone lay plugged in and charging.


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


"My sister actually.."he said, though the resignation in his vocalisation made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his machinate lie.


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


He did as he was told, sitting on the edge as she turned the room 's light on, moving around to her bedside table and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her phone down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the full clip, reached into the bottom draftsman of her bedside tabular array, pulling out a pair of pink 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 cuff around his wrists behind him, but she waited patiently until he was all cuffed in and secure.


"law are going to receive a hell of a jest when they come to pick you up huh ? All naked and whomp up.."she smirked.


"Please… I'll do anything, I just… I just ca n't go to jail. delight ?"he said, his voice sincere but with an boundary of hopelessness, he already knew his fate was sealed, but he couldn't service 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 nominal head of him, looking down at the sorry, sorry slew of the boy.


He wasn't war cry, but he was fill up she could recount, his white putz soft between his second joint, his plethora, and ignominy written plain as day across his face.


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


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


She pursed her entire brim as she eyed him over, a mitt reaching out to caress over the silky smooth cutis of his shoulder, warm under her touch.

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


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


"Oh, you aren't that lucky Edward White boy.."She reached a hand down into the front of her shorts and wrapped her finger's breadth around the base of her soft cock, hefting it free and into the illumination, her midst, meaty log bouncing a foot or so from his fount as it flopped free of its confines.


"O-oh fuck.. I… You're.."he stammered, staring at the fair sex 's huge cock.


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


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


"enquiry for you Edward D. White boy, would you take up prick to stay put out of jail ? Sounds like a fairly bargain to me. Pretty piffling thing like you would probably end up sucking dick in clink anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her trunks 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 desperation and conflict in his eyes.


"I ... Fuck ... I'll do it, delight, just.. Do n't call off the police, please."he said, voice shaky and defeated.


She looked down at him, lowering her earpiece."Alright, go ahead."she put her work force 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 short down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty little mouth of yours you're going to bid I'd just called the police.."she threatened.


His impudence red and his middle watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nose pressed gently into the chocolate pelt of her open breadbasket, his teeth finding the edge of her boxers and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, bound as he was to form her shorts down over her swelling turncock. She had a moment to reverberate on how well things had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient of an unwanted invasion to being the culprit. There was in that, she thought, a soupcon of poetical justice.


He let out a little whine as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge cock press against his face as he did his best to resign it, what alternative did he have, after all ?


"Mm.. commodity start."She purred as her stopcock, now semi hard came to stay against his hot, flushed impudence having once more rebound free of its fabric confines.


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


"fountainhead ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his oculus and took a deep, wonky breath, but parted his lips for her.


"Oooh good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his oral fissure for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the thick mushroom tip of her peter into his mouth and onto his knife, one hand coming to breathe in his dark hair as she started to slowly employment her rosehip forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouth around her member.


He tried to restrain himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongelike, pressing into his mouth, even in his highest State of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his back talk. He felt its oestrus, 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 turncock involves sucking.."she commented idly, squeezing the handful of hair that she held, trying to instigate him to action.


He let out a soft petty whine between his lip but after a moment 's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her needy cock, forming a seal as his brass 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 glossa, each push in surrounding her turncock in the wet heating plant of his oral fissure, each pull out causing the suck to intensify.


"You're good at this baby.."she murmured, her prick now rock hard between his lips, as thick and full as the boys own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your school principal now.. Just prevent 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 tongue shined distance of her cock, taking the thick, mushroom tip and several inch of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his mouthpiece with each of her retard thrusts.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her push, the male child head starting to bob backward and forwards to sustain himself moving at the pace she had set. Before long she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to restrain up the pace, he had begun to move his own head with increasing stop number, leading to him bobbing his head as he sucked her peter, his eyes closed, so focused on his project he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to kick downstairs his concentration but at the same prison term wanting to feel more, not content with the loot she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without hesitation, his cheeks blushing as he began, with each attractor back on her tool, to whirlpool his tongue around the sensitive tip of her cock, causing her to shiver in pleasure.


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


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


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


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


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


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


Charlene tilted her principal and looked down, her smiling spreading."... Oooh fuck. Is that a erection ?"


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


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


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


She pursed her mouth, eying him,"shag, you break into my place, try to steal my red cent and now you go all shy on me. secernate you what I 'll make it easy for you, do a good job sucking my dick and I wo n't fuck your ass. That all the motive you need ?"


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


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


"If.. If I do this you'll let me go ?"he said, representative still marred with that lovely 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 good job and I'll let you see my pap, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. auditory sensation fairly ? I mean you effective think so because I'm not going to reach you any other offers."


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


"commodity !"She confirmed lightly, his doubt switching to confusion as she moved to again retrieve 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 stand before him, meeting her center for a few yearn here and now, she held her phone in one hand, pointing the camera down at him.


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


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his lips bump against the hot spongy tip, seeing no other selection as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her prick into the welcoming heat of his rima oris, eliciting another groan from her.


She closed her eyes and tilted her fountainhead back, it had been a long patch since she had had such a prisoner audience in the bedroom, especially such a cunning submissive one, who was, despite his dissent, she knew, enjoying himself.


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


He looked up at her, the desired effect of his look of alarm somewhat spoiled by the way her cock filled his mouth, the way he sucked eagerly on her spiritualist 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 capital boyfriend… Messy house… high gear maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an excellent girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a minuscule cock like that, it's not like you'd be doing practically in the way of topping anyway is there.."


He blushed but kept his eyes on her, distracting her from her taunt. He looked beautiful to her, with her stopcock between his lips, her pleasure mounting and construction as he continued his amateur, but wonderful blowjob, their eyes locked.


"Mm.. feeling into the camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her cock between her fingerbreadth as her pleasure started to construct, her former hired man trying to steadily hold the earpiece, her eyes flicking from him to the moving icon of him on her screen, making sure she captured every minute of action for posterity and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his dingy heart beautiful, the contrast between his white skin, red impertinence, and her black cock almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a posh piece of work of art. Thomas More of Mahalia Jackson Pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, voice firm but intoxicating with lustfulness and pleasance, her own pauperism beginning to mount as he serviced her.


To her delight he responded without pause, his brim moving faster along her cunning night duration, her moan and strait of pleasure becoming more pronounced as the lewd sucking and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their populace with the single act of him sucking cock for the starting time time.


"babe that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to persist standing, her stage growing weak with the pleasance as he pushed his head up and down her length, soft, slightly swollen brim rolling up and down the steely hard, but still satiny soft length of her pecker, his lingua 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 sullen 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 breath hastening, her mouth open slightly as she wet her full rim with her pink glossa, her pleasure coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick, wet length of her dark shot and pulled back slightly so her hard, visibly pulsing cock pulled free of his wanting rim with another lewd pop, a line of his spittle connecting his garden pink knife to the egotistical head word of her big, fateful cock.


He whimpered a little, almost looking foiled as her shaft popped free of his sass, kneeling in front of her, cheeks flushed and eyes one-half lidded.


Despite her sweep over need and trust she made sure to get everything she needed to on her camera, his lubricious, wanting gaze, his rim parted, his clapper out, so lost in his own submissive wants he probable didn't gain his action at law, his own peter clearly hard in the image, she bit her total lip and felt the first light of flood tide arch through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her best to stabilise the camera as her flood tide hit her, thickheaded white ropes of cum launching from her throbbing cock as she stroked it, streaking across his human face and cutis, gluing one of his beautiful centre shut as she was surely to make indisputable a few midst strands shot between his set forth sassing, landing on his clapper, letting him try the end result of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasure as she let her fingers glide up and down her slickness shaft, her globe twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his face and into his waiting mouth, the shooting strands slowing to become a trickling current which she let drool across his fount, then slowing further to go the endure few cliff which she squeezed out onto his knife, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky pearl as it formed.


"Oh my god.. That just.. That just felt so have intercourse amazing.."she panted, her cock starting to soften in her hired man as she fed it again between his lips, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his lips closing around the warm, muggy tip of her cock as his knife bathed it, eeking out every endure scintilla of pleasure she could muster.


Charlene let out a niggling 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 life that.."she purred.


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening rooster in his sass 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 much you liked it and how much you want Sir Thomas More, I'll make that loose too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a hebdomad. Or I post that TV 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 serve you huh, albumen 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 rotating shaft fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her thighs, his body squirming slightly, leap as he was, trying to stimulate his own ignored stopcock."If.. If I have no former choice.."he said, trying his dependable to sound shoot down, though he was struggling to deny how he so clearly felt.


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


She reached down to tussle his pilus, turning her backrest to him and taking a step away, fingers finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her drumhead, denying him the view of her huge, expectant tit as they spilled loose from her top, letting the minuscule shirt downfall to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder and smirked, enjoying his eagre expression, how quickly this white boy had fallen for her duncical turncock.


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


She'd have to teach his public figure at some point .