Charlene let out a low wistful moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her cover version as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to face towards her clock, feeling her monolithic, indulgent breasts shift in her loose tank top as she rolled.


Blinking against the light of her clock she squinted, it's gullible led digit almost blinding her in the absolute Negro of her room.


She frowned a minuscule in muddiness as the lights declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a arduous sleeper, waking only for her warning device and even then, oft multiplication 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 dresser, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the passion of her own consistence as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more quietus, her eyes closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the apparent sound of step downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, centre all-inclusive, there had been no mistaking the interference and few things seldom woke mortal like the actualisation that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.


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


The initiative was intellectual and to be expected by anyone in her post, fear, the fear of the unknown, the veneration of deprivation, the fear of being hurt.


The secondment was more than of a Charlene thing. anger, pure staring Fury.


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


someone had had the gall to fail into her dwelling, invade her domain and high-risk still, disturbed her treasured sleep.


She moved to stick out slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the darkness to her side of meat storage locker. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the chance to tidy up the mess she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a good thing.


She searched with questing fingerbreadth across the top of the counterpunch, feeling scent nursing bottle, a haircloth brush, some straighteners, a nipper hammer…


She encircled her digit around the handle of the hammer and hefted it, feeling its system of weights in her paw, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's plate.


She had the advantage over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the dark, bumping into objects, cursing and swearing under their breath, she knew all the ticks and tricks of her house.


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


She made her way through her living room and towards her kitchen, hearing cause within and seeing the dim glow of a lightness, possibly a Aaron's rod as she moved ever closer, trying to prepare herself mentally for whatever could hap next.


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shin smash unexpectedly into the face of her coffee bean mesa, forcing a surprised grunt of pain in the neck from between her lips.


She knew her star sign like the vertebral column of her hand, but this asshole had stumbled through it knocking things around, placing things where they shouldn't be.


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


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


Breathing as softly as she could, she heard them embark on to motivate once again, back towards the living room this time, towards her and towards the strawman door that was on the other side of her, probable where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the wall, sliding her feet across the carpet aerofoil slowly to avoid any More noise and to find for any other misplaced target, focusing the stallion meter on what she could hear.


She heard them shuffle through the elbow room, timid, but not as hush or stealthy as her, she could almost, even in the pitch calamitous, lay down out a silhouette, though it could've just been a trick of her mind.


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


She swallowed, her adrenaline rise as her fingers traced over the suite light switch.


She would have to think fast. Flip the electric switch, distinguish the artillery, swing.


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


Charlene flipped the electrical switch, instantly assessing the male in social movement of her no more than a step away. He was in his recent teens or too soon twenties, his hazel middle widening in seismic disturbance as he looked towards her, hairsbreadth short and dark, skin white, a little scant than her and a scrawny thing wearing all black, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the abbreviated of bit in the blinding, sudden, light saw a adult female, tall, fateful skinned, wearing grey shorts and a tankful top that hardly held in her absolutely massive binge. He started to open his mouth to yelp in surprisal but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her mallet and leapt at him, her tactic had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the compounding of the loud randomness and the sudden Inner Light disarming him of the only offensive weapon he apparently possessed, his wits, which she assumed was not that groovy to begin with given the mess he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the floor with her weight and forte, fueled and enhanced by her epinephrin 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 abdominal cavity and substantial chest of drawers, but without any existent superpower 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 caput, causing her to grit her teeth and double down her exertion, shifting her physical structure weight unit as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic articulatio genus and finally allowing her to attain her objective.


He gasped loudly and stop dead, a slender wrist in each of her strong work force, one of her knees resting on the basis, the other dig into his crotch.


"Fucking move a fucking column inch and I put all of my fucking weighting on my left knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long black hair falling around her face as she stared down into the nerve of a stranger, seeing that the intense and specific pain had very certainly scram his attention.


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


She eyed him over for a few long moments, apart from being a colossal asshole for breaking into her house, she had to accommodate he was sort of cute, he had a boyish magical spell that she usually looked for in her perspective pardner.


Shame, really, that the cute ones 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 good bit of eye candy go completely to wasteland, after all.


She moved up onto her knees, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the tiniest bit of additional insistence onto his junk, his eyes flicking between her nerve and her mammilla, immense and full phase of the moon, her dark segmentation 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 happen. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the hammer. If your hands aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her head some, narrowing her optic."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


She snorted."surmise you have a encephalon prison 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 luck, especially given that his article of clothing was release and sloppy, with a multitude of scoop that could veil any number of permutation blades or former lowly but just as effective weapons.


"base up. And consider your clothes off."


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


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


He flushed with color, obviously debating his succeeding 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 slay his crown 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 unmake his belt ammunition he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his blench slender organic structure, reflection unreadable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his gasp, running them down his long legs, kicking off his shoes and setting both in a pile before following suit with his dark socks, leaving him sitting in a brace of black boxers.


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


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


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


He let out a wobbly 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 thighs, a bandage of dark tomentum above his length and under his subdivision seemingly the only body whisker he boasted.


She couldn't help but smirk a little at his sizing. To Charlene, gabardine boys were so a good deal fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male person, no risk of mistaking him for a girl like some of her previous cooperator, no fem-trap. But at the same time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No toned physical structure or muscles, no solid jaw or buddy-buddy beard. Just a young man, slender and lithe.


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


"Look, I didn't have to damp 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 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 eyes firmly fixed on his ass cheeks as they shifted with each step upwards."I do n't know whether this is a misdemeanor or a felony but either way I bet you're going to have a literal fun time behind bars."


He stiffened a niggling, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the stairs as he was, with her just a mates behind she again afforded him an fantabulous horizon down her top.


Charlene wasn't a thick adult female, nor was she a skinny girl. She had been described by her supporter instead as a locally blessed woman. Her body was attractive, but her bosom were huge and drew important attention, each one full-of-the-moon and soft, around the sizing of her own head if not a trivial bombastic, natural and pushed up by her nighttime top to make a veritable vale of cleavage.


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


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


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


"My sister actually.."he said, though the resignation in his vocalism made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his prepare 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 visible light on, moving around to her bedside board and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her headphone down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the entire metre, reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a twosome of pink fuzzy cuff and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrists behind your back."


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


"police are going to take a sin 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 jail. delight ?"he said, his voice sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his fortune 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 abide in nominal head of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiful sight of the boy.


He wasn't call, but he was finis she could tell, his white cock soft between his thighs, his embarrassment, and shame written plain as day across his face.


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


He glanced from the phone to her, a spark of Bob Hope in his beautiful Brown University center as he nodded.


She pursed her wide-cut lips as she eyed him over, a hired hand reaching out to caress over the silklike tranquil skin of his shoulder, affectionate under her touch.

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


She enjoyed the play of emotions across his boldness at the idea, disbelieve, intrigue, an obvious ingredient of attraction, 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 social movement of her shortstop and wrapped her digit around the base of her soft pecker, hefting it innocent and into the light, her thick, meaty log bouncing a ft or so from his aspect as it flopped discharge of its confines.


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


"Bigger subdued than you are hard ? Yeah, I guessed that."she grinned.


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


"interrogative sentence for you white boy, would you breastfeed shaft to persist out of jail ? Sounds like a fair steal to me. Pretty piddling thing 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 boxershorts in a chance move."Was worth a try, you're pretty fucking cute you know.. But ah well."she lifted the telephone set to her ear, though she hadn't actually pressed dial.


"W-wait !"


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


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


She looked down at him, lowering her sound."Alright, go ahead."she put her hands on her pelvis, 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 little sassing of yours you're going to wish I'd just called the police.."she threatened.


His brass red and his heart watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nose pressed gently into the chocolate hide of her debunk stomach, his teeth finding the edge of her shorts 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 pecker. She had a mo to ruminate on how well matter had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient role of an undesirable encroachment to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a wind of poetic justice.


He let out a picayune whine as he worked her shorts down, feeling her Brobdingnagian cock crush against his face as he did his best to discharge it, what choice did he have, after all ?


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


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


"wellspring ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his centre and took a deep, rickety breathing space, but parted his lips for her.


"Oooh goodness boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his mouth for her, Charlene wasted no prison term in sliding the thick mushroom cloud tip of her cock into his mouth and onto his tongue, one manus coming to repose in his colored hair's-breadth as she started to slowly work her hip joint forward and backward, enjoying the wet affectionateness of his mouth around her member.


He tried to keep himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongelike, pressing into his back talk, even in his in high spirits state of self-abnegation he couldn't escape the fact that he had a putz in his oral fissure. He felt its heat, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his lingua, 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 slight whine between his lips but after a moment 's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the ray of her needy cock, forming a sealing wax as his cheeks 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 white meat, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty beam of light repeatedly over his knife, each thrust in surrounding her putz in the wet oestrus of his lip, each pull out causing the suction to intensify.


"You're good at this baby.."she murmured, her cock now rock hard between his sass, as thick and full as the boy own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your head now.. Just retain 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 rim continuing to glide over the spit shined length 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 slow thrusts.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her thrusts, the boys head starting to bob backward and forwards to preserve himself moving at the gait she had set. Before long she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to keep up the pacing, he had begun to move his own head with increasing stop number, leading to him bobbing his head as he sucked her cock, his heart closed, so focused on his task he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to bust his concentration but at the same time wanting to feel more, not subject matter 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 cock, to swirl his natural language around the tender tip of her prick, causing her to shiver in delight.


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


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


That got his attention, his eyes fluttered open and his sassing moved up her cock, letting it fall free of his back talk 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 weakly.


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


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


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


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


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


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


She pursed her lips, eying him,"Fuck, you break into my home, try to steal my shit and now you go all shy on me. Tell you what I 'll make it prosperous for you, do a upright job sucking my gumshoe and I wo n't have it away your ass. That all the motivation you need ?"


He looked up at her sharply, his optic widening as he looked from her gaze to her massive, throbbing peter, pointing right wing at his backtalk. He imagined that monster inside him and visibly winced.


"Yeah big isn't it,"she commented, following his gaze with a grin, shifting her hips from side to side, pointedly wagging her cock at him."Well ? .."


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


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't fuck your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a good job and I'll let you see my breast, roll in the hay knows you're staring at them enough. speech sound bazaar ? I mean you ripe think so because I'm not going to pass you any former offers."


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


"goodness !"She confirmed lightly, his doubt switching to confusion as she moved to again find her sound, picking it up.


"What.. What're you doing ?"


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


He looked up at her as she moved back to again place upright before him, meeting her eyes for a few prospicient here and now, she held her phone in one hand, pointing the camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a icon or more probably, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her dark cock, looking at a tiny bead of assoil 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 choice as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her pecker into the welcoming heat of his mouth, eliciting another moan from her.


She closed her oculus and tilted her head back, it had been a farseeing while since she had had such a prisoner interview in the bedchamber, especially such a precious submissive one, who was, despite his objections, she knew, enjoying himself.


"Feels well doesn't it, to serve a really cock.. Mm.. You should pose around, I could use a swain with a mouth like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the desired effect of his look of dismay somewhat spoiled by the way her shaft filled his mouth, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensible tip and the way his lingua played across her sensitive flesh.


"You don't like the auditory sensation of that ?"She said with a mocking pout,"I guess I can see why. You wouldn't make such a outstanding boyfriend… Messy house… High maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an excellent girl though eh ? And besides, with a slight cock like that, it's not like you'd be doing much in the way of topping anyway is there.."


He blushed but kept his eyes on her, distracting her from her taunt. He looked beautiful to her, with her cock between his mouth, her pleasure mounting and building as he continued his amateur, but howling blowjob, their eyes locked.


"Mm.. Look into the tv camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her cock between her fingerbreadth as her pleasure started to build, her other manus trying to steadily hold the headphone, her optic flicking from him to the moving effigy of him on her blind, making indisputable she captured every second of action for posterity and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his morose middle beautiful, the contrast between his Caucasian skin, red cheeks, and her ignominious cock almost aesthetic, though she knew it would hardly be a classy work of art. More of Thomas J. Jackson pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


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


To her delight he responded without break, his lips moving faster along her knavish night duration, her moans and sounds of pleasance becoming more sound out as the lewd sucking and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their worlds with the individual act of him sucking cock for the first-class honours degree time.


"Baby that feels so jazz good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to last out standing, her leg growing feeble with the delight as he pushed his head up and down her duration, sonant, slightly swollen back talk rolling up and down the steely knockout, but still silky soft length of her cock, his lingua pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the underside, utilising every magic trick he'd ever had used against him, or at to the lowest degree fantasise about, to pleasure this dark-skinned woman, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to make me cum.."she said, her breather hastening, her oral cavity open slightly as she wet her wax lips 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 cock and pulled back slightly so her firmly, visibly pulsing cock pulled free of his wanting lips with another lewd pop, a agate line of his spit connecting his pink clapper to the tumefy caput of her big, pitch-dark cock.


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


Despite her overwhelm need and desire she made sure to trance everything she needed to on her camera, his lusty, wanting gaze, his lips parted, his tongue out, so lost in his own submissive wants he likely didn't realise his legal action, his own stopcock clearly hard in the mental image, she bit her full lip and felt the first spark of climax arch through her soundbox.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her best to steady the camera as her flood tide hit her, thick Caucasian rope of cum launching from her throbbing tool as she stroked it, streaking across his fount and skin, gluing one of his beautiful center shut as she was sure to arrive at sure a few heavyset strands injection between his parted lips, landing on his clapper, 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 slip jibe, her Lucille Ball twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his face and into his waiting sassing, the shooting string slowing to get a trickling stream which she let drool across his boldness, then slowing further to become the finale few drop cloth which she squeezed out onto his knife, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky bead as it formed.


"Oh my god.. That just.. That just felt so love amazing.."she panted, her turncock starting to soften in her hands as she fed it again between his lips, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his back talk closing around the warm, sticky tip of her peter as his tongue bathed it, eeking out every last shred of pleasure she could muster.


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


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening shaft in his sassing 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 much you liked it and how much you want more, I'll make that prosperous too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a workweek. Or I post that video recording online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't grant a shtup. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that facilitate you huh, white boy ? You can let me use like we both want without having to say you freely gave yourself up to a shemale top."


He slowly let the softening rotating shaft fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her second joint, his body squirming slightly, bounce as he was, trying to make his own snub cock."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his best to sound discomfited, though he was struggling to abnegate how he so clearly felt.


Charlene smirked, entertainment champaign on her feature article."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 dorsum to him and taking a pace away, fingers finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her read/write head, denying him the view of her Brobdingnagian, fleshy titty as they spilled relinquish from her top, letting the little shirt fall to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder and smirked, enjoying his eager aspect, how quickly this Edward Douglas White Jr. boy had fallen for her thick cock.


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


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