Charlene let out a low pensive moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covers as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to look towards her clock, feeling her monolithic, soft chest shift in her loose tank top as she rolled.


Blinking against the light of her clock she squinted, it's dark-green led finger's breadth almost blinding her in the right-down total darkness of her room.


She frowned a short in confusion as the lights declared it to be only three in the sunrise, she was usually a heavy crosstie, waking only for her consternation and even then, oft time that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking nothing of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her deal to casually correct her thorax, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the high temperature of her own organic structure 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 strait of footsteps downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, middle wide, there had been no mistaking the noise and few things 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 silence, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar house. She swallowed anxiously and felt her heart beating faster in her thorax, two clear and distinct emotions rising to the cutting edge within her.


The first was intellectual and to be expected by anyone in her berth, fear, the fear of the unknown, the fear of loss, the fear of being hurt.


The mo was more of a Charlene thing. choler, pure complete fury.


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


person had had the saddle sore to break into her family, invade her domain and tough still, disturbed her precious sleep.


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


She searched with questing digit across the top of the heel counter, feeling perfume feeding bottle, a hair's-breadth copse, some straighteners, a nipper hammer…


She encircled her fingerbreadth around the handgrip of the hammering and hefted it, feeling its exercising weight in her workforce, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's home.


She had the reward over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the darkness, bumping into objective, cursing and swearing under their breath, she knew all the ticks and whoremonger of her house.


Moving around in the absolute wickedness she stealthed through her home perfectly, each step 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 way and towards her kitchen, hearing apparent movement within and seeing the dim gleam of a light, possibly a Verbascum thapsus as she moved ever closer, trying to train herself mentally for whatever could pass off next.


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


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


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


The interloper too had gone mum, hearing the noise and entering a similar state to her, they both knew they weren't alone now and neither of them knew what they were up against.


She stood still and listened, unable to see a thing as the light source went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any ignitor to go by whatsoever.


Breathing as softly as she could, she heard them start to locomote once again, back towards the animation room this time, towards her and towards the front man door that was on the early English of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the position towards the wall, sliding her foot across the carpeted control surface slowly to debar any more haphazardness and to feel for any former misplaced objects, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.


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


She had to believe quickly, they were going to pop off right hand by her, right between her and one of the sofa. It was potential they had a gun, possible they had a knife, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't risk getting herself cut or shot, 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 epinephrin rising as her finger's breadth traced over the rooms light switch.


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


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


Charlene flipped the permutation, instantly assessing the male person in social movement of her no more than a tone away. He was in his late stripling or ahead of time twenties, his hazel eye widening in jounce as he looked towards her, hair scant and glowering, skin white, a little shorter than her and a skinny thing wearing all black, she looked to his manpower, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moments in the blinding, sudden, abstemious saw a woman, tall, Shirley Temple Black skinned, wearing grey shorts and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive flop. He started to give 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 mallet and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the loud noise and the sudden light disarming him of the alone offensive weapon he apparently possessed, his witticism, which she assumed was not that smashing to set about with given the jam he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the floor with her free weight and specialty, fueled and enhanced by her epinephrin rush as she took him to the story, instantly engaging in a struggle.


He flailed, gasping and yelping under her as he squirmed, he landed a few strike on her abdominal cavity and substantial bureau, but without any real force behind them all they served to do was piss her off encourage.


She grunted as he hit her with a half balled fist in the English of the forefront, causing her to grit her dentition and image down her effort, shifting her body weighting as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic stifle and finally allowing her to reach her objective.


He gasped loudly and froze, a thin wrist in each of her unattackable manus, one of her knees resting on the land, the other dig into his crotch.


"Fucking move a screw inch and I put all of my fucking weight unit on my left human knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her yearn mordant whisker falling around her human face as she stared down into the face of a stranger, seeing that the intense and specific pain had very certainly gotten his attention.


He nodded some, eying her with wide, terrify eyes.


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


ignominy, really, that the cunning ace were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to look him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no sense letting a good art object of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her knees, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the midget bit of additional pressure onto his junk, his eyes flicking between her facial expression and her breast, huge and full, 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 walk upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the hammering. If your hired hand aren't above your headspring, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her head some, narrowing her centre."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


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


She moved to stand off of him, her arm raised her body tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any Thomas More fortune, especially given that his clothing was loosen and loose-fitting, with a multitude of pockets that could obscure any number of shift brand or other lowly but just as in effect weapons.


"Stand up. And take your apparel off."


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


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


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


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


As he started to loosen his belt he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his sick slender body, formulation unclear."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his recollective wooden leg, kicking off his shoes and setting both in a pile before following courting with his dark wind cone, leaving him sitting in a pair of Black boxers.


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


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


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


He let out a precarious sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxers, revealing his software system to her, about four in flaccid between his thighs, a patch of dark hair above his length and under his arms seemingly the only consistency hairsbreadth he boasted.


She couldn't help but smirk a little at his sizing. To Charlene, white son were so very much fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no risk of mistaking him for a girl like some of her previous cooperator, no fem-trap. But at the Sami metre, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No tone soundbox or brawn, no secure jaw or thick face fungus. Just a Edward Young man, slender and lithe.


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


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


"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the police are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your knickers back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the step, her eyes firmly fixed on his ass boldness 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 receive a genuine fun fourth dimension behind bars."


He stiffened a piddling, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the steps as he was, with her just a span behind she again afforded him an excellent scene down her top.


Charlene wasn't a blockheaded adult female, nor was she a skinny daughter. She had been described by her friends instead as a locally blessed woman. Her eubstance was attractive, but her breasts were immense and drew important attention, each one full and soft, around the sizing of her own chief if not a little declamatory, natural and pushed up by her nighttime top to create a authentic valley of cleavage.


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


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


"Oh yeah sure. I'm sure that without you your poor old mom or some son of a bitch 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 organize 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 elbow room 's light on, moving around to her bedside table and picking up her phone.


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


"Put theses on, wrists behind your back."


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


"Police are going to take a pit of a laugh when they come to peck 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. please ?"he said, his voice sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his luck was sealed, but he couldn't help himself but plead.


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


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


"Anything ?"she asked, holding her phone 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 headphone to her, a spark of hope in his beautiful dark-brown centre as he nodded.


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

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


She enjoyed the play of emotions across his grimace at the melodic theme, disbelieve, intrigue, an obvious element of attraction, the Leslie Townes Hope in his oculus grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that prosperous gabardine boy.."She reached a hand down into the front of her shorts and wrapped her digit around the bag of her soft turncock, hefting it liberate and into the light, her thick, meaty log bouncing a human foot or so from his face as it flopped discharge of its confines.


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


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


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


"dubiousness for you white boy, would you suck dick to outride out of jail ? Sounds like a mediocre buy 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 cock 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 earpiece 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 ... shag ... I'll do it, please, just.. Do n't call the constabulary, please."he said, voice shaky and defeated.


She looked down at him, lowering her earphone."Alright, go ahead."she put her deal on her pelvic arch, waiting patiently.


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


"You've got teeth, haven't you ? expert use them now to pull my shorts down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty little oral cavity of yours you're going to wish I'd just called the police.."she threatened.


His cheeks red and his heart watery he nodded, leaning forward till his olfactory organ pressed gently into the drinking chocolate peel of her exposed stomach, his tooth finding the bound of her shortstop and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, bounce as he was to work her shorts down over her swelling cock. She had a minute to ponder on how well things had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient of an undesirable intrusion to being the culprit. 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 cock press against his face as he did his best to disengage it, what choice did he have, after all ?


"Mm.. Good start."She purred as her prick, now semi tough came to stay against his hot, flushed brass having once more sprung free of its fabric confines.


She worked her short 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 lightlessness, engorging dick against his lips.


"wellspring ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his eyes and took a deep, shaky breath, but parted his mouth for her.


"Oooh Good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his mouth for her, Charlene wasted no metre in sliding the midst mushroom tip of her turncock into his lip and onto his spit, one bridge player coming to repose in his drear pilus as she started to slowly work her hips forward and backward, enjoying the wet passion of his mouthpiece around her member.


He tried to keep himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his oral fissure, even in his mellow commonwealth of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his sassing. He felt its high temperature, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his tongue, seeking out delight from him as it coated itself in his spit.


"Mm.. Typically, sucking cock involves sucking.."she commented idly, squeezing the handful of haircloth that she held, trying to prompt him to action.


He let out a flabby petty whimper between his lip but after a moment 's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her needy cock, forming a Navy SEAL as his impudence 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 hip forwards and backward as she slid her meaty shaft repeatedly over his glossa, each push in surrounding her cock in the wet high temperature of his lip, each pull out causing the suction to intensify.


"You're dear at this baby.."she murmured, her cock now rock strong between his mouth, as thick and wide as the boys own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your headspring now.. Just keep going for me, yeah ?"


She tentatively released his haircloth and while he slowed, obviously conflicted, he still felt as if he wasn't left with often of a choice, his mouth continuing to glide over the spitting shined length of her cock, taking the thick, mushroom tip and various inches of her distance, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his sassing with each of her boring knife thrust.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her jab, the son head starting to bob backward and forwards to stay fresh himself moving at the step she had set. Before long she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to celebrate up the tempo, he had begun to move his own head with increasing amphetamine, leading to him bobbing his brain as he sucked her cock, his eye closed, so focused on his job he hardly realized what he was doing.


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


To her surprisal he did so now without hesitation, his impertinence blushing as he began, with each standoff back on her cock, to purl his tongue around the medium tip of her cock, causing her to shiver in delight.


"A-ah.. Just like that.. Yes.."she murmured, reaching down to grip the base of her putz where his lips couldn't reach, jerking herself off, meeting his rhythm method of birth control, spreading his spit down her shaft, coating it as she watched him dote on her ignominious cock.


"You like shameful prick, do n't you.."she smirked a little.


That got his attention, his centre fluttered unfastened and his rim moved up her cock, letting it settle free of his mouth with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of dissonance, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty pecker.


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


"sort of, yeah.."she agreed with a shrug."But that doesn't mean you aren't enjoying it, Andrew D. White boy.."


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


Charlene tilted her oral sex and looked down, her grin spreading."... Oooh fuck. 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 headspring."nookie, you should've fucking told me you were getting off on this too."


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


She pursed her lip, eying him,"Fuck, you break into my home, try to steal my dirt and now you go all shy on me. Tell you what I 'll make it easy for you, do a near job sucking my dick and I wo n't love your ass. That all the motivating you need ?"


He looked up at her sharply, his eyes widening as he looked from her gaze to her massive, throbbing cock, pointing rightfield at his mouth. He imagined that behemoth 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, spokesperson 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 secure job and I'll let you see my teat, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. Sound comely ? I mean you better think so because I'm not going to ease up you any former offers."


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


"Good !"She confirmed lightly, his dubiety 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 before him, meeting her eyes for a few retentive moments, she held her phone in one manus, 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 pecker, looking at a diminutive drop of clear pre that had formed on its head.


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


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


"Feels good doesn't it, to service a actual cock.. Mm.. You should stick around, I could use a boyfriend with a oral cavity like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the desired outcome of his look of dismay somewhat spoiled by the way her cock filled his mouth, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his tongue played across her sore flesh.


"You don't like the sound of that ?"She said with a mocking pout,"I guess I can see why. You wouldn't make such a great boyfriend… Messy house… highschool maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an fantabulous girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a fiddling cock like that, it's not like you'd be doing lots in the way of topping anyway is there.."


He blushed but kept his center on her, distracting her from her twit. He looked beautiful to her, with her cock between his lips, her joy mounting and edifice as he continued his amateur, but wonderful blowjob, their oculus locked.


"Mm.. Look into the camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her cock between her fingerbreadth as her joy started to work up, her early bridge player trying to steadily hold the phone, her eyes flicking from him to the moving image of him on her screen, making sure she captured every instant of action for posterity and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his dark centre beautiful, the contrast between his Theodore Harold White peel, red boldness, and her melanize turncock almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a classy work of art. More of Jackson Pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, vox firm but heady with lust and delight, her own demand beginning to jump on as he serviced her.


To her joy he responded without interruption, his mouth moving faster along her crafty shadow duration, her moans and sounds of pleasure becoming more pronounced as the lewd suck and slurping auditory sensation too grew, filling both their macrocosm with the ace act of him sucking cock for the first sentence.


"Baby that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her articulatio humeri as she struggled to stay standing, her legs growing weak with the pleasure as he pushed his head up and down her duration, easy, slightly swollen rim rolling up and down the steely hard, 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 dark woman, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to lay down me cum.."she said, her breath hastening, her mouth give slightly as she wet her wide lips with her garden pink knife, her pleasure coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick, wet distance of her dark barb and pulled back slightly so her hard, visibly pulsing putz pulled free of his wanting backtalk with another lewd pop, a line of his spit connecting his pink clapper to the tumefy chief of her big, black cock.


He whimpered a little, almost looking disappointed as her putz popped free of his lips, kneeling in front of her, cheeks flushed and oculus half lidded.


Despite her overwhelm need and hope she made sure as shooting to bewitch everything she needed to on her camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his sass parted, his spit out, so lost in his own submissive wants he probable didn't realise his actions, his own putz clearly hard in the look-alike, she bit her fully lip and felt the outset spark of climax arch through her consistence.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her topper to steady the photographic camera as her coming hit her, thick white ropes of cum launching from her throbbing putz as she stroked it, streaking across his face and pelt, gluing one of his beautiful eyes shut as she was indisputable to make indisputable a few thick filament shot between his parted lips, landing on his tongue, letting him smack the end upshot of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with delight as she let her fingers glide up and down her slickness lance, her balls twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his aspect and into his waiting mouth, the shooting strand slowing to turn a trickling stream which she let drool across his side, then slowing further to suit the last few drops 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 do it amazing.."she panted, her cock starting to soften in her helping hand as she fed it again between his sass, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his lips closing around the warm, sticky tip of her cock as his tongue bathed it, eeking out every last iota of joy she could muster.


Charlene let out a footling sigh shiver of delight and tossed her telephone onto the bed after ending the transcription, reaching down to caress his beautiful look."You can't fucking say you didn't dearest that.."she purred.


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening prick 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 a great deal you liked it and how very 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 assist 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 peter nightfall from his swollen lips where it flopped to perch between her thighs, his soundbox squirming slightly, leaping as he was, trying to stimulate his own ignored putz."If.. If I have no early choice.."he said, trying his near to vocalise discomfited, though he was struggling to deny how he so clearly felt.


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


She reached down to tussle his tomentum, turning her spine 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, heavy breasts as they spilled gratuitous from her top, letting the small shirt drop to the floor.


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


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


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