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 look towards her clock, feeling her massive, easy breasts shift in her loose tankful top as she rolled.


Blinking against the twinkle of her clock she squinted, it's common led finger's breadth almost blinding her in the infrangible black of her room.


She frowned a slight in confusion as the spark declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a heavy slumberer, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft prison term that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking zero of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her hands to casually adjust her bureau, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the rut of her own body as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more sleep, her eyes closing once more.


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


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


The first was noetic and to be expected by anyone in her berth, fear, the concern of the unknown, the fearfulness of departure, the fear of being hurt.


The second base was more of a Charlene affair. anger, pure unadulterated wildness.


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


person had had the gall to split into her abode, invade her knowledge base and worse still, disturbed her preciously sleep.


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


She searched with questing finger across the top of the comeback, feeling perfume bottles, a hair brush, some straighteners, a claw hammer…


She encircled her fingers around the handle of the hammer and hefted it, feeling its weight in her helping hand, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's dwelling house.


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


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


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


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shin brawl unexpectedly into the incline of her coffee berry table, forcing a surprised grunt of pain from between her lips.


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


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


The intruder too had gone silent, hearing the noise and entering a similar DoS 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 affair as the light went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any illumination to go by whatsoever.


external respiration as softly as she could, she heard them take off to propel once again, back towards the animation elbow room this meter, towards her and towards the front door that was on the former side of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the English towards the wall, sliding her foot across the carpeted open slowly to deflect any more noises and to feel for any other mislaid objects, focusing the intact clip on what she could hear.


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


She had to call back quickly, they were going to exit rightfield by her, right between her and one of the lounge. It was possible they had a gun, possible they had a knife, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't risk getting herself cut or fritter, 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, hand feeling lightly at the wall.


She swallowed, her adrenaline rising as her finger's breadth traced over the elbow room light switch.


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


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


Charlene flipped the replacement, instantly assessing the male in strawman of her no more than than a step away. He was in his late teen or early on 1920s, his hazel eye widening in shock as he looked towards her, hair myopic and dingy, skin clean, a little shorter than her and a underweight affair wearing all grim, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moments in the blinding, sudden, light saw a char, tall, pitch blackness skinned, wearing grey shorts and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to open his backtalk to yelp in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


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


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


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


He flailed, gasping and yelping under her as he squirmed, he landed a few hitting on her abdomen and substantial chest of drawers, but without any very 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 incline of the headway, causing her to grit her teeth and two-fold down her sweat, shifting her physical structure exercising weight as she grabbed his carpus, moving a strategic knee joint and finally allowing her to attain her objective.


He gasped loudly and immobilize, a flimsy wrist in each of her inviolable hands, one of her knees resting on the undercoat, the other digging into his crotch.


"nooky incite a nookie inch and I put all of my fucking weight on my remaining knee joint. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long Negro hairsbreadth falling around her side as she stared down into the face of a stranger, seeing that the intense and specific hurting had very certainly suffer his attention.


He nodded some, eying her with broad, terrified center.


She eyed him over for a few long moments, apart from being a colossal asshole for breaking into her house, she had to accept he was sort of cute, he had a boyish charm that she usually looked for in her view collaborator.


Shame, really, that the cute single were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to appear him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no common sense letting a in effect piece of eye candy go completely to wasteland, after all.


She moved up onto her knees, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the petite bit of additional pressure onto his junk, his eye flicking between her face and her tits, huge and full, her nighttime segmentation prominent in her skimpy night top as she reached behind her, picking up her power 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 work force aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her head some, narrowing her eyes."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


She snorted."Guess you have a brainiac prison cell after all."


She moved to tolerate off of him, her arm raised her dead body tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any more than chances, especially given that his clothing was loose and baggy, with a multitude of pockets that could hide any number of substitution blades or former small but just as efficacious weapons.


"pedestal up. And take your clothes off."


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


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


He flushed with colouring, obviously debating his succeeding move but with her standing over him, cock ready, he wasn't really left with any route 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 story, pockets laden, she didn't doubt, with whatever he had pilfered from her home.


As he started to undo his whang he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his blanch slender trunk, expression unclear."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his long legs, kicking off his horseshoe and setting both in a pile before following suit with his iniquity socks, leaving him sitting in a pair of fateful shorts.


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


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


"Ca n't have you bringing any ‘ concealed weapon'to bare on me. Every. Thing."she said, emphasizing each Word of God 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 software to her, about four inch flaccid between his thigh, a maculation of drear hair above his distance and under his arms seemingly the only soundbox hair he boasted.


She couldn't supporter but smirk a slight at his size of it. To Charlene, white boys were so much fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly manly, no risk of mistaking him for a girl like some of her previous partners, no fem-trap. But at the same fourth dimension, he was only dabbling in his maleness. No toned consistence or muscles, no unattackable jaw or thick whiskers. Just a vernal 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 break up your room access or anything, I just picked the lock, I haven't actually damaged anything."he whined weakly as he walked ahead of her, cheeks aflame at the embarrassment of being stripped and forced to walk before her.


"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the law are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your gasp back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stairs, her eyes firmly fixed on his ass nerve as they shifted with each measure upwards."I do n't know whether this is a infringement or a felony but either way I bet you're going to accept a really fun meter behind bars."


He stiffened a fiddling, looking over his shoulder joint at her, standing at the top of the stairs as he was, with her just a twain behind she again afforded him an splendid scene down her top.


Charlene wasn't a thick woman, nor was she a tight-fitting female child. She had been described by her Quaker instead as a locally blessed woman. Her body was attractive, but her knocker were huge and drew significant attention, each one full and soft, around the size of her own head if not a little large, natural and pushed up by her nighttime top to produce a veritable vale of cleavage.


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


"She laughed again and pushed him forward with the top of her malleus, urging him towards her bedroom where her headphone 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 surrender in his representative made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his fain 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 brightness level 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 entire time, reached into the bottom draftsman of her bedside table, pulling out a brace of pink fuzzy handcuffs and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrist joint behind your back."


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


"police force are going to bear a hell of a joke 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. please ?"he said, his voice sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his fate was sealed, but he couldn't aid himself but plead.


She eyed him over as she placed her hammer down, figuring she no longer needed it with him restrained as he was and picked up her phone, walking to stand in front of him, looking down at the sorry, misfortunate pile of the boy.


He wasn't crying, but he was close she could assure, his Elwyn Brooks White cock soft between his thighs, his overplus, and shame written plain as day across his face.


"Anything ?"she asked, holding her telephone set in her handwriting 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 Leslie Townes Hope in his beautiful dark-brown oculus as he nodded.


She pursed her full lips as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to fondle over the silky still skin of his shoulder joint, warm under her touch.

"Even… Sex clobber ?"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 chemical element of attractive feature, the hope in his eyes grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that favourable whiteness boy.."She reached a hand down into the social movement of her shorts and wrapped her fingers around the al-Qaida of her gentle dick, hefting it free and into the light, her midst, meaty log bouncing a substructure or so from his fount as it flopped liberate of its confines.


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


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


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


"enquiry for you white boy, would you take up dick to stay out of jail ? Sounds like a middling deal to me. Pretty little thing like you would probably end up sucking dick in jail anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her stopcock back into her shorts in a casual 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 difference in his eyes.


"I ... screw ... I'll do it, please, just.. Do n't visit the constabulary, please."he said, voice shaky and defeated.


She looked down at him, lowering her phone."Alright, go ahead."she put her hands on her pelvis, waiting patiently.


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


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


His brass red and his eye watery he nodded, leaning forward till his olfactory organ pressed gently into the chocolate skin of her let out stomach, his teeth finding the bound of her boxers 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 dick. She had a moment to mull over on how well matter 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 little whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge pecker press against his face as he did his honorable to free it, what choice did he have, after all ?


"Mm.. Good start."She purred as her stopcock, now semi hard came to repose against his hot, flushed boldness having once more sprung free of its fabric confines.


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


"wellspring ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his eyes and took a deep, shaky breathing spell, but parted his lips for her.


"Oooh commodity boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his mouth for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the thick mushroom tip of her peter into his oral fissure and onto his tongue, one hand coming to stay in his moody hair's-breadth as she started to slowly work her hips forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouth around her member.


He tried to celebrate himself tranquil as he felt it, hot and squishy, pressing into his sass, even in his mellow state of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a shaft in his mouth. He felt its high temperature, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his clapper, seeking out pleasure from him as it coated itself in his spit.


"Mm.. Typically, sucking putz involves sucking.."she commented idly, squeezing the fistful of hair that she held, trying to prompt him to action.


He let out a piano little whimper between his back talk but after a mo 's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the diaphysis of her needy cock, 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 swell of her breasts, urging her pelvic girdle forwards and backward as she slid her meaty shaft of light repeatedly over his natural language, each thrust in surrounding her prick in the wet heat of his sassing, 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 broad as the son own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your forefront 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 option, his lip continuing to glide over the tongue shined duration of her putz, taking the thick, mushroom-shaped cloud tip and several inches of her length, though even that only measured to being about one-half of it, into his mouthpiece with each of her slow up drive.


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


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to break his concentration but at the Lapp time wanting to feel more, not content with the prize she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without hesitancy, his cheek blushing as he began, with each draw back on her dick, to swirl his tongue around the sensitive tip of her cock, causing her to shiver in delectation.


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


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


That got his attending, his middle fluttered overt and his lips moved up her cock, letting it fall resign 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.


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


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


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


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


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


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


She pursed her lips, eying him,"Fuck, you break into my family, try to steal my shit and now you go all shy on me. Tell you what I 'll give it easy for you, do a good job sucking my dick and I wo n't screw your ass. That all the motivation you need ?"


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


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


"If.. If I do this you'll let me go ?"he said, voice 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, ass knows you're staring at them enough. Sound fair ? I mean you best think so because I'm not going to give you any other offers."


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


"commodity !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainty switching to confusion as she moved to again find 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 up before him, meeting her eyes for a few farseeing consequence, she held her phone in one hand, pointing the television camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a exposure or more likely, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her dark turncock, looking at a tiny bead of clear pre that had formed on its head.


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his lip bump against the hot spongy tip, seeing no other alternative as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her peter into the welcoming heat of his mouth, eliciting another moan from her.


She closed her optic and tilted her head back, it had been a farsighted while since she had had such a intent audience in the bedroom, especially such a cute submissive one, who was, despite his objection, she knew, enjoying himself.


"Feels salutary doesn't it, to service a real cock.. Mm.. You should stupefy around, I could use a boyfriend with a oral fissure like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the hope effect of his feeling of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her hammer filled his sassing, the way he sucked eagerly on her raw tip and the way his tongue played across her spiritualist flesh.


"You don't like the auditory sensation of that ?"She said with a mocking hornpout,"I guess I can see why. You wouldn't make such a great boyfriend… Messy house… High maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an first-class girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a small stopcock 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 twit. He looked beautiful to her, with her prick between his lips, her pleasure mounting and building as he continued his amateur, but wonderful blowjob, their eyes locked.


"Mm.. Look into the photographic camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her cock between her fingers as her pleasure started to build, her former manus trying to steadily obligate the phone, her heart flicking from him to the moving persona of him on her screen, making sure she captured every indorsement of action for posterity and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his dark optic beautiful, the contrast between his blanched cutis, red boldness, and her black cock almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a classy work of art. Thomas More of Andrew Jackson pollack, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, vox firm but heady with lustfulness and pleasure, her own needs beginning to jump on as he serviced her.


To her delight he responded without pause, his lips moving faster along her slick dark distance, her moans and sounds of pleasure becoming more than pronounced as the lewd suction and slurping sound too grew, filling both their man with the ace act of him sucking cock for the low time.


"Baby that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to stay standing, her wooden leg growing weak with the pleasance as he pushed his promontory up and down her length, soft, slightly swollen back talk rolling up and down the steely toilsome, but still silky soft length of her cock, his tongue pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the underside, utilising every trick he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasize about, to pleasure this wickedness woman, whose epithet he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to make me cum.."she said, her intimation hastening, her rima oris spread out slightly as she wet her full lips with her pink clapper, 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 dick pulled free of his wanting sass with another lewd pop, a billet of his spit connecting his garden pink tongue to the vain head of her big, black cock.


He whimpered a piddling, almost looking disappoint as her cock popped free of his lips, kneeling in front of her, cheeks flushed and optic half lidded.


Despite her overwhelm demand and desire she made sure to capture everything she needed to on her camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his sass parted, his knife out, so lost in his own submissive wants he likely didn't realise his actions, his own peter clearly hard in the figure of speech, she bit her to the full lip and felt the first discharge of climax arch through her trunk.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her trump to steady the photographic camera as her culmination hit her, loggerheaded albumen ropes of cum launching from her throbbing rooster as she stroked it, streaking across his brass and hide, gluing one of his beautiful eyes shut as she was sure to make certainly a few thick strands shot between his parted back talk, landing on his tongue, letting him try out the end termination of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasure as she let her fingers glide up and down her slick scape, her clod twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his cheek and into his waiting mouth, the shooting strands slowing to become a trickling watercourse which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to become the close few pearl 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 fucking amazing.."she panted, her peter starting to mince in her hands as she fed it again between his lips, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his lips closing around the warm, sticky tip of her cock as his lingua bathed it, eeking out every finish smidge of delight she could muster.


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


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening hammer 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 much you liked it and how a great deal you want Sir Thomas More, I'll make that comfortable too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a hebdomad. Or I post that video online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't pay a fuck. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that serve you huh, ashen 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 putz nightfall from his swollen lips where it flopped to stay between her second joint, his dead body squirming slightly, edge as he was, trying to stimulate his own cut cock."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his in force to fathom defeated, though he was struggling to deny how he so clearly felt.


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


She reached down to tussle his pilus, turning her back to him and taking a step away, fingerbreadth finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her head, denying him the view of her huge, grueling titty as they spilled rid from her top, letting the small shirt downfall to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder and smirked, enjoying his eager locution, how quickly this white boy had fallen for her deep cock.


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


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