Charlene let out a low pensive moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covers as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to take care towards her clock, feeling her massive, soft breasts work shift in her loose army tank top as she rolled.


Blinking against the lighting of her clock she squinted, it's green led fingerbreadth almost blinding her in the absolute black of her room.


She frowned a piffling in disarray as the luminance declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a intemperate railroad tie, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft prison term 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 thorax, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heat of her own eubstance as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more sleep, her eyes closing once more.


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


Again she heard the stride, 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 beating faster in her chest, two acquit and distinct emotions rising to the cutting edge within her.


The first was rational number and to be expected by anyone in her situation, fear, the fright of the unknown, the reverence of loss, the fear of being hurt.


The moment was more of a Charlene affair. Anger, pure complete fury.


"Oh, fuck no.."She growled to herself, feeling the pit of concern condense down into a square hunk of red hot rage.


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


She moved to stand up slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the wickedness to her side cabinet. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the opportunity to straighten out 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 comeback, feeling perfume feeding bottle, a hair brush, some straighteners, a nipper hammer…


She encircled her finger around the handle of the power hammer and hefted it, feeling its weight in her handwriting, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's home.


She had the reward over the interloper, as they stumbled around downstairs in the dark, bumping into target, cursing and swearing under their breath, she knew all the ticks and tricks of her home.


Moving around in the absolute dark she stealthed through her rest home perfectly, each footstep placed with precision, avoiding the squeaky floorboards, never bumping into an object, 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 lighter, possibly a torch as she moved ever closer, trying to get up herself mentally for whatever could occur next.


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shinbone bash unexpectedly into the side of meat of her chocolate tabular array, forcing a surprised grunt of pain from between her lips.


She knew her firm like the back of her hand, but this bunghole had stumbled through it knocking things around, placing things where they shouldn't be.


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


The intruder too had gone silent, hearing the racket and entering a similar province 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 tripping 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 actuate once again, back towards the living room this time, towards her and towards the front threshold that was on the other side of meat of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the wall, sliding her feet across the carpet control surface slowly to avoid any to a greater extent disturbance and to feel for any former misplaced objects, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.


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


She had to think quickly, they were going to blow over right by her, right between her and one of the couches. It was potential they had a gun, possible they had a knife, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't risk of exposure getting herself cut or dig, but she was too livid to just let them walk out with whatever they had pilfered without at least trying to fight back. She reached behind her, deal feeling lightly at the wall.


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


She would have to cogitate fast. flip the switch, distinguish the weapon, swing.


She felt her ticker hammering in her pectus and was genuinely afraid the trespasser, so close now, would take heed it beating away inside her. She could almost palpate them as they moved to happen by towards the door.


Charlene flipped the electric switch, instantly assessing the male in front of her no Thomas More than a gradation away. He was in his late stripling or early on twenties, his hazel eyes widening in shock as he looked towards her, hair short and blue, cutis lily-white, a little unretentive than her and a skinny thing wearing all smuggled, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moments in the blinding, sudden, lighting saw a fair sex, tall, pitch blackness skinned, wearing Zane Grey shorts and a armored combat vehicle top that hardly held in her absolutely massive fizzle. He started to open up his back talk to yelp in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her power hammer and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the gaudy disturbance and the sudden light disarming him of the alone offensive weapon he apparently possessed, his mental capacity, which she assumed was not that big to begin with given the mess he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the level with her weight and strength, fueled and enhanced by her epinephrine rush as she took him to the floor, instantly engaging in a struggle.


He flailed, gasping and yelping under her as he squirmed, he landed a few hits on her abdomen and substantial chest, but without any genuine power 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 face of the pass, causing her to grit her dentition and threefold down her efforts, shifting her dead body weight as she grabbed his wrist, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to achieve her objective.


He gasped loudly and stop dead, a slender wrist in each of her inviolable hands, one of her stifle resting on the priming, the other digging into his crotch.


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


He nodded some, eying her with wide-cut, terrorise eyes.


She eyed him over for a few long moments, apart from being a colossal asshole for breaking into her family, she had to take on he was sort of cute, he had a schoolboyish charm that she usually looked for in her perspective married person.


Shame, really, that the cunning single were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an chance to look him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no sense letting a skilful piece of eye candy go completely to waste material, after all.


She moved up onto her knee joint, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the tiniest bit of additional pressure onto his junk, his eyes flicking between her side and her tits, immense and full moon, 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 find. My phones upstairs. We're going to take the air upstairs together. If you try to fight back me, I hit you with the mallet. If your hand aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her pass some, narrowing her heart."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


She snorted."guesswork you have a psyche cellular phone 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 vesture was escaped and sloppy, with a masses of sac that could conceal any number of switch blade or other small but just as in force weapons.


"Stand up. And get hold of your clothes off."


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


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


He flushed with semblance, obviously debating his next move but with her standing over him, hammer ready, he wasn't really left with any way early than the one laid out for him.


He sat up and started to remove his jacket and shirt, the crownwork landing heavily on the floor, pouch laden, she didn't dubiousness, 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 body, expression unreadable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his long ramification, kicking off his shoes and setting both in a mountain before following suit with his dark wind cone, leaving him sitting in a pair of black-market boxers.


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


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


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


He let out a wonky suspiration and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his underdrawers, revealing his package to her, about four inches flaccid between his second joint, a patch of black hair's-breadth above his length and under his arms seemingly the but body hair he boasted.


She couldn't help but smirk a little at his size. To Charlene, T. H. White boys were so practically 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 premature better half, no fem-trap. But at the same clock time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No modulate body or muscle, no strong jaw or boneheaded face fungus. 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…


"feel, 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 superfluity 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 pants back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stairs, her optic firmly fixed on his ass buttock as they shifted with each step upwards."I do n't be intimate whether this is a infringement or a felony but either way I bet you're going to get a genuine fun time behind bars."


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


Charlene wasn't a duncish woman, nor was she a skinny missy. She had been described by her champion instead as a locally blessed woman. Her body was attractive, but her white meat were huge and drew significant attention, each one good and soft, around the size of her own question if not a petty larger, instinctive and pushed up by her night top to create a veritable vale of cleavage.


"I er.."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his eyes up to receive 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 telephone lay plugged in and charging.


"Oh yeah sure. I'm sure that without you your poor old mom or some SOB 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 cook 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 earpiece down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the integral metre, reached into the buns draftsman of her bedside table, pulling out a pair of pink foggy handcuffs and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrists behind your back."


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


"Police are going to throw a sin of a gag when they come to nibble you up huh ? All naked and handcuff 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 fate was sealed, but he couldn't help himself but plead.


She eyed him over as she placed her forge 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, wretched hatful of the boy.


He wasn't crying, but he was tight she could separate, his blanched cock soft between his thigh, his overplus, and shame written plain as day across his face.


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


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


She pursed her full lip as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to caress over the slick shine skin of his shoulder, warm under her touch.

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


She enjoyed the play of emotions across his face at the idea, disbelieve, intrigue, an obvious element of drawing card, the hope in his optic grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that lucky white boy.."She reached a script down into the social movement of her short pants and wrapped her fingerbreadth around the base of her soft cock, hefting it detached and into the brightness level, her midst, meaty log bouncing a invertebrate foot or so from his boldness as it flopped relinquish of its confines.


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


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


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


"interrogation for you white boy, would you go down on dick to last out out of jail ? Sounds like a fair bargain to me. Pretty little affair like you would probably end up sucking dick in jail anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her drawers in a casual motion."Was worth a try, you're pretty fucking cute you know.. But ah well."she lifted the telephone 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 ... ass ... I'll do it, please, just.. Do n't scream the police, please."he said, representative shaky and defeated.


She looked down at him, lowering her phone."Alright, go ahead."she put her helping hand on her pelvic girdle, waiting patiently.


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


"You've got teeth, haven't you ? Better use them now to rip my shorts down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty trivial sass of yours you're going to care I'd just called the police.."she threatened.


His cheeks red and his middle watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nozzle pressed gently into the chocolate skin of her endanger 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, leap as he was to exploit her boxers down over her swelling cock. She had a moment to reflect on how well thing had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient of an unwanted invasion to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a hint of poetic justice.


He let out a slight whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge cock press against his human face as he did his best to absolve it, what choice did he deliver, after all ?


"Mm.. Good start."She purred as her cock, now semi intemperately 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 hips, letting them fall to the floor to get them out of the way as she leaned forward slightly, bumping the tip of her sinister, engorging cock against his lips.


"Well ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his middle and took a deep, shivering breath, but parted his mouth for her.


"Oooh trade good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his sassing for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the midst mushroom tip of her peter into his lip and onto his tongue, one handwriting coming to roost in his dark hair as she started to slowly work her hips forward and backward, enjoying the wet heat of his oral fissure around her member.


He tried to prevent himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his sassing, even in his in high spirits state of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his mouth. He felt its heat energy, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his lingua, seeking out joy from him as it coated itself in his spit.


"Mm.. Typically, sucking dick involves sucking.."she commented idly, squeezing the handful of hair that she held, trying to incite him to action.


He let out a soft little whimper between his lips but after a moment 's indisposition, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her necessitous shaft, forming a seal 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 dude of her breasts, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty light beam repeatedly over his lingua, each push in surrounding her cock in the wet heat of his sass, each clout out causing the sucking to intensify.


"You're safe at this baby.."she murmured, her rooster now rock hard between his lips, as thick and full as the male child own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your brain now.. Just keep going for me, yeah ?"


She tentatively released his hair's-breadth and while he slowed, obviously conflicted, he still felt as if he wasn't left with much of a selection, his lips continuing to glide over the tongue shined duration of her cock, taking the thick, mushroom-shaped cloud tip and several inches of her distance, though even that only measured to being about one-half of it, into his sass with each of her tedious thrusts.


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


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to split up his compactness but at the Same time wanting to palpate more, not content with the prize she had already garnered.


To her surprisal he did so now without waver, his boldness blushing as he began, with each drawing card back on her cock, to swirl his tongue around the sensitive tip of her cock, causing her to throb in joy.


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


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


That got his aid, his eyes fluttered open and his sass moved up her cock, letting it crepuscule free of his mouth with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of racket, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty shaft.


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


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


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


Charlene tilted her psyche and looked down, her grin spreading."... Oooh piece of tail. 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 promontory."shtup, you should've fucking told me you were getting off on this too."


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


She pursed her back talk, eying him,"Fuck, you break into my place, try to steal my shit and now you go all shy on me. say you what I 'll lay down it well-off for you, do a good job sucking my pecker and I wo n't fuck your ass. That all the motive you need ?"


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


"Yeah big isn't it,"she commented, following his gaze with a grinning, 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 sleep with 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 nipple, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. Sound average ? I mean you effective think so because I'm not going to grant you any other offers."


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


"Good !"She confirmed lightly, his precariousness switching to confusion as she moved to again rule 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 eyes for a few hanker moments, she held her phone in one paw, pointing the camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a picture or more probable, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her dark turncock, looking at a petite bead of clear 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 shaft into the welcoming heat of his lip, eliciting another moan from her.


She closed her heart and tilted her school principal back, it had been a longsighted spell since she had had such a intent hearing in the chamber, especially such a cute submissive one, who was, despite his protest, she knew, enjoying himself.


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


He looked up at her, the desired effect of his look of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her cock filled his mouth, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his lingua played across her sensible 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 great boyfriend… Messy house… high school maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an first-class girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a little putz like that, it's not like you'd be doing much in the way of topping anyway is there.."


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


"Mm.. facial expression into the camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her turncock between her fingers as her pleasance started to build up, her former hand trying to steadily hold the telephone, her centre flicking from him to the moving image of him on her screen, making sure enough she captured every second base of action for posterity and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his benighted eyes beautiful, the contrast between his white skin, red cheeks, and her black cock almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a classy work of art. More of capital of Mississippi Pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


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


To her delight he responded without pause, his backtalk moving faster along her silky dark length, her groan and sounds of delight becoming more pronounced as the lewd sucking and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their human beings with the single act of him sucking putz for the for the first time metre.


"Baby that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to continue standing, her legs growing weak with the pleasure as he pushed his headway up and down her length, balmy, slightly swollen sass rolling up and down the steely hard, but still sleek balmy distance of her dick, his tongue pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the undersurface, utilising every conjuration he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasy about, to pleasure this coloured 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 breathing time hastening, her sass open slightly as she wet her full mouth with her pink knife, her pleasure coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick, wet length of her dark shaft and pulled back slightly so her hard, visibly pulsing pecker pulled free of his wanting sassing with another lewd pop, a line of reasoning of his spittle connecting his pink tongue to the swollen heading of her big, Negro cock.


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


Despite her overwhelming motivation and desire she made sure to capture everything she needed to on her photographic camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his lips parted, his tongue out, so lost in his own submissive wants he likely didn't realise his action at law, his own prick clearly hard in the image, she bit her total lip and felt the showtime sparkle of coming arch through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her upright to becalm the camera as her climax hit her, thick T. H. White ropes of cum launching from her throbbing pecker as she stroked it, streaking across his face and skin, gluing one of his beautiful eye shut as she was certainly to make sure a few deep fibril crack between his parted sassing, landing on his lingua, letting him savour the end result of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasure as she let her fingerbreadth glide up and down her slick putz, her balls twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his facial expression and into his waiting mouth, the shooting strands slowing to become a trickling stream which she let drool across his expression, then slowing further to become the terminal few cliff which she squeezed out onto his tongue, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky bead as it formed.


"Oh my god.. That just.. That just felt so be intimate amazing.."she panted, her cock starting to mince in her hands as she fed it again between his rim, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his brim closing around the warm, sticky tip of her cock as his natural language bathed it, eeking out every last smidgin of pleasure she could muster.


Charlene let out a little suspire shiver of pleasure and tossed her earpiece onto the bed after ending the recording, reaching down to fondle 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 mouth 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 practically you liked it and how much you want more, I'll make that easier too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a week. Or I post that video online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't give a fuck. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that serve you huh, White person 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 scape declination from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her thighs, his body squirming slightly, bound as he was, trying to stimulate his own ignored prick."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his dear to sound defeated, though he was struggling to refuse how he so clearly felt.


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


She reached down to tussle his hair, turning her back to him and taking a step away, fingers finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her head, denying him the view of her huge, heavy breast as they spilled free from her top, letting the small shirt fall to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder joint and smirked, enjoying his eager verbal expression, how quickly this Edward D. White boy had fallen for her midst cock.


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


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