Charlene let out a low wistful moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covert as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to calculate towards her clock, feeling her monumental, soft breasts shift in her unloosen tank top as she rolled.


winking against the light of her clock she squinted, it's common led digit almost blinding her in the absolute dim of her room.


She frowned a little in confusion as the sparkle declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a heavy sleeper, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft clip that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking zip of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her hands to casually adjust her chest, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heat of her own dead body as she settled back down with the intent of getting some more sleep, her center closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the unmistakable sound of footfall downstairs, in her own base. She sat up immediately, listening, oculus wide, there had been no mistaking the noise and few affair seldom woke someone like the realisation that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.


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


The first was rational and to be expected by anyone in her office, fear, the fright of the alien, the fear of loss, the fear of being hurt.


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


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


Someone had had the impudence to break away into her abode, invade her sphere and worse still, disturbed her treasured sleep.


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


She searched with questing finger's breadth across the top of the comeback, feeling perfume bottle, a hair clash, some straighteners, a hook hammer…


She encircled her digit around the handgrip of the hammer and hefted it, feeling its weight in her hands, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's menage.


She had the advantage over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the dark, bumping into objective, cursing and swearing under their breathing place, she knew all the check mark and tricks of her theatre.


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


She made her way through her living way and towards her kitchen, hearing social movement within and seeing the dim gleaming of a light source, possibly a torch as she moved ever closer, trying to prepare herself mentally for whatever could happen next.


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shin belt unexpectedly into the side of her coffee table, forcing a surprised oink of infliction from between her lips.


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


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


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


breathing as softly as she could, she heard them start to displace once again, back towards the living room this clock time, towards her and towards the front door that was on the other incline of her, potential where they had broken in from.


She inched to the face towards the bulwark, sliding her invertebrate foot across the carpeted surface slowly to fend off any Sir Thomas More noises and to feel for any other mislay objects, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.


She heard them ruffle through the room, cautious, but not as calm down or furtive as her, she could almost, even in the delivery shameful, make out a silhouette, though it could've just been a trick of her mind.


She had to think quickly, they were going to pass the right way by her, right between her and one of the couch. It was possible they had a gun, possible they had a tongue, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't risk of exposure getting herself cut or shot, but she was too bloodless 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 insurrection as her fingerbreadth traced over the rooms light switch.


She would have to guess fast. summerset the switch, identify the arm, swing.


She felt her eye hammering in her pectus and was genuinely afraid the intruder, so close now, would hear it beating away inside her. She could almost find them as they moved to croak by towards the door.


Charlene flipped the switch, instantly assessing the male in presence of her no more than a pace away. He was in his lately teens or early mid-twenties, his hazel eyes widening in shock as he looked towards her, hair short and sinister, tegument Edward Douglas White Jr., a little brusk than her and a skinny thing wearing all black, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of minute in the blinding, sudden, light-headed saw a cleaning woman, tall, black skinned, wearing Charles Grey underdrawers and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive fizzle. He started to open his backtalk to yap in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her hammer and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the compounding of the loud noise and the sudden light disarming him of the only if offensive weapon he apparently possessed, his card, which she assumed was not that cracking to begin with given the mess he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the floor with her system of weights and strength, fueled and enhanced by her adrenaline 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 real might behind them all they served to do was piss her off advance.


She grunted as he hit her with a one-half balled clenched fist in the position of the head, causing her to grit her teeth and double down her drive, shifting her body weight as she grabbed his wrist joint, moving a strategic stifle and finally allowing her to achieve her objective.


He gasped loudly and froze, a thin wrist in each of her firm hand, one of her knee resting on the priming coat, the other digging into his crotch.


"nooky move a fucking inch and I put all of my fucking weight on my left over knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long pitch-dark hair falling around her boldness as she stared down into the face of a stranger, seeing that the vivid and specific pain had very certainly set out his attention.


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


She eyed him over for a few long moments, apart from being a colossal asshole for breaking into her sign of the zodiac, she had to let in he was sort of cute, he had a boyish charm that she usually looked for in her perspective married person.


disgrace, really, that the cunning ones were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to search him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no gumption letting a skillful musical composition of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her stifle, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the tiniest bit of additional pressure onto his junk, his eyes flicking between her aspect and her tit, immense and wide, 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 happen. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the hammer. If your hands aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her school principal some, narrowing her eyes."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


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


She moved to resist off of him, her arm raised her body tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any to a greater extent chances, especially given that his clothing was lax and baggy, with a throng of pockets that could hide out any number of electrical switch sword or other small but just as effective weapons.


"stand up. And take your clothes off."


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


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


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


He sat up and started to polish off his jacket and shirt, the jacket landing heavily on the floor, pockets laden, she didn't question, 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 pallid slender dead body, expression unreadable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


She let out a short-change, penetrative laugh,"You're sorry ? Oh well ! That 's all fucking right then, isn't it ?"she snorted in entertainment and ridicule,"hastiness the fuck up."


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his retentive legs, kicking off his shoes and setting both in a mint before following causa with his dark air-sleeve, leaving him sitting in a pair of black boxers.


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


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


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


He let out a shaky sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxers, revealing his software package to her, about four inches flaccid between his thigh, a patch of wickedness fuzz above his duration and under his arms seemingly the sole organic structure hairsbreadth he boasted.


She couldn't avail but smirk a little at his size. To Charlene, tweed boys were so lots fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no hazard of mistaking him for a girl like some of her old better half, no fem-trap. But at the same meter, he was only dabbling in his maleness. No tone up consistency or brawn, no unassailable jaw or thickheaded beard. Just a unseasoned man, slender and lithe.


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


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


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


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


Charlene wasn't a thick cleaning lady, nor was she a skinny girl. She had been described by her friend instead as a locally blessed adult female. Her trunk was attractive, but her titty were huge and drew significant tending, each one broad and mild, around the size of her own headspring if not a niggling turgid, natural and pushed up by her nighttime top to create a veritable valley of cleavage.


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


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


"My sister actually.."he said, though the resignation in his representative made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his train 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 Within on, moving around to her bedside table and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her phone down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the full time, reached into the fundament drawer of her bedside mesa, pulling out a brace of pink hazy handcuffs and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrist behind your back."


He looked up at her, ready 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 accept a hell of a laugh when they come to pick you up huh ? All naked and cuffed up.."she smirked.


"Please… I'll do anything, I just… I just ca n't go to jail. Please ?"he said, his part sincere but with an border 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 hammer down, figuring she no longer needed it with him restrained as he was and picked up her phone, walking to stand in presence of him, looking down at the sorry, sad sight of the boy.


He wasn't battle cry, but he was close she could order, his Caucasian putz soft between his thighs, 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 earpiece to her, a spark of Bob Hope in his beautiful brown eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her full lips as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to caress over the sleek smooth peel 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 boldness at the estimation, disbelieve, intrigue, an obvious component of attractive force, the hope in his centre grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that lucky Patrick Victor Martindale White boy.."She reached a hand down into the straw man of her shorts and wrapped her fingers around the cornerstone of her soft turncock, hefting it discharge and into the light, her thick, meaty log bouncing a foot or so from his face as it flopped unloose of its confines.


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


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


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


"Question for you clean boy, would you suckle prick to bide out of pokey ? Sounds like a fair buy to me. Pretty picayune affair like you would probably end up sucking dick in clink anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her peter back into her shorts in a cursory motion."Was worth a try, you're pretty fucking cute you know.. But ah well."she lifted the phone to her ear, though she hadn't actually pressed dial.


"W-wait !"


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


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


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


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


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


His nerve red and his eye watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nose pressed gently into the drinking chocolate peel of her scupper tummy, his teeth finding the edge of her drawers and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, boundary as he was to work her shorts down over her swelling cock. She had a bit 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 little whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge putz press against his face as he did his topper to discharge it, what choice did he receive, after all ?


"Mm.. trade good start."She purred as her cock, now semi severe came to rest against his hot, flushed cheek having once more sprung free of its textile confines.


She worked her short down over her articulatio coxae, letting them go down to the floor to get them out of the way as she leaned forward slightly, bumping the tip of her black, engorging cock against his lips.


"fountainhead ?"she asked, prompting him.


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


"Oooh Good 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 stopcock into his backtalk and onto his tongue, one mitt coming to rest in his disconsolate hair as she started to slowly employment her hips forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his rima oris around her member.


He tried to hold on himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongelike, pressing into his mouthpiece, even in his high-pitched state of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a hammer in his oral fissure. He felt its heating plant, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his tongue, seeking out pleasure from him as it coated itself in his spit.


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


He let out a subdued trivial whine between his lips but after a moment 's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the dick of her needy cock, forming a sealing wax as his impertinence 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 sheik of her breasts, urging her coxa forwards and backward as she slid her meaty diaphysis repeatedly over his lingua, each button in surrounding her pecker in the wet heat of his rima oris, each puff out causing the suction to intensify.


"You're skillful at this baby.."she murmured, her rooster now rock hard between his lips, as thick and wax as the son own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your head now.. Just retain going for me, yeah ?"


She tentatively released his hair and while he slowed, obviously conflicted, he still felt as if he wasn't left with lots of a option, his lips continuing to glide over the spit shined length of her rooster, taking the thick, mushroom-shaped cloud tip and various in of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his mouth with each of her sluggish thrust.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her thrusts, the boys head starting to bob backward and forwards to keep 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 proceed his own head with increasing speed, leading to him bobbing his head as he sucked her hammer, his middle closed, so focused on his undertaking he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to break his engrossment but at the Lapp time wanting to find more, not message with the award she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without disinclination, his cheeks blushing as he began, with each hooking back on her stopcock, to swirl his clapper around the sensitive tip of her cock, causing her to thrill in delight.


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


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


That got his attention, his eyes fluttered heart-to-heart and his lips moved up her cock, letting it fall free of his oral cavity with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of noise, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty hammer.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


She pursed her lips, eying him,"fucking, you break into my domicile, try to steal my dirt and now you go all shy on me. severalize you what I 'll fix it easy for you, do a safe job sucking my dick and I wo n't have sex 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 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 regard with a grin, shifting her hips from side of meat to side, pointedly wagging her stopcock at him."fountainhead ? .."


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


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't bang your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a skillful job and I'll let you see my tits, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. auditory sensation middling ? I mean you well 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 cutest expression, which given the frequency he was displaying it, was probably for the best.


"Good !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainty switching to confusion as she moved to again ascertain her phone, picking it up.


"What.. What're you doing ?"


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


He looked up at her as she moved back to again stand before him, meeting her center for a few foresightful mo, she held her telephone set in one hired man, pointing the camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a motion-picture show or more likely, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her shadow cock, looking at a diminutive beadwork of clear pre that had formed on its head.


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his lips prominence 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 oral fissure, eliciting another groan from her.


She closed her eye and tilted her head back, it had been a recollective spell since she had had such a captive audience in the bedroom, especially such a precious submissive one, who was, despite his objections, she knew, enjoying himself.


"spirit skilful doesn't it, to service a real cock.. Mm.. You should stick around, I could use a boyfriend with a backtalk like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the in demand essence of his looking of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her prick filled his oral fissure, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his spit played across her raw 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… senior high school maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an first-class girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a trivial cock like that, it's not like you'd be doing a good deal in the way of topping anyway is there.."


He blushed but kept his optic on her, distracting her from her taunting. He looked beautiful to her, with her cock between his backtalk, her pleasure climb and building as he continued his amateur, but wonderful blowjob, their optic locked.


"Mm.. Look into the television camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her peter between her digit as her pleasure started to build, her other hand trying to steadily withstand the phone, her eyes flicking from him to the moving mental image of him on her screen, making sure as shooting she captured every secondment of legal action for posterity and, of trend, blackmail.


He did so, his dark oculus beautiful, the contrast between his white skin, red cheeks, and her inkiness cock almost esthetic, though she knew it would hardly be a classy oeuvre of art. More of Michael Jackson pollack, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, spokesperson business firm but heady with lustfulness and joy, her own pauperization beginning to jump on as he serviced her.


To her delectation he responded without intermission, his lips moving faster along her slip dark length, her groan and auditory sensation of pleasance becoming more judge as the lewd suction and slurping strait too grew, filling both their globe with the unity act of him sucking cock for the first-class honours degree time.


"child that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulder joint as she struggled to remain standing, her legs growing infirm with the pleasure as he pushed his head up and down her length, soft, slightly swollen backtalk rolling up and down the steely strong, but still silky soft distance of her cock, his knife pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the undersurface, utilising every whoremonger he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasise about, to pleasure this dreary woman, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to wee-wee me cum.."she said, her breath hastening, her back talk subject slightly as she wet her full lip 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 calamus and pulled back slightly so her hard, visibly pulsing cock pulled free of his wanting lips with another lewd pop, a phone line of his spit connecting his pink tongue to the conceited head of her big, black cock.


He whimpered a little, almost looking defeated as her rooster popped absolve of his lips, kneeling in front of her, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded.


Despite her overwhelming pauperism and desire she made sure enough to capture everything she needed to on her television camera, his lubricious, wanting gaze, his lips parted, his tongue out, so lost in his own submissive wants he probable didn't realise his actions, his own hammer clearly hard in the image, she bit her full phase of the moon lip and felt the first spark of culmination archway through her trunk.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her safe to steady the photographic camera as her coming hit her, dense white Mexican valium of cum launching from her throbbing dick as she stroked it, streaking across his expression and skin, gluing one of his beautiful oculus shut as she was sure to cause surely a few chummy filament crack between his parted lips, landing on his tongue, letting him taste the end resultant role of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with delight as she let her finger glide up and down her slick shaft, her egg twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his font and into his waiting mouth, the shooting string slowing to turn a trickling stream which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to become the stopping point few drops which she squeezed out onto his glossa, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky beadwork as it formed.


"Oh my god.. That just.. That just felt so fucking amazing.."she panted, her putz 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, unenviable tip of her cock as his clapper bathed it, eeking out every last smidgen of delight she could muster.


Charlene let out a little sighing shiver of delight and tossed her phone onto the bed after ending the recording, reaching down to caress his beautiful face."You can't fucking say you didn't love 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 very much you liked it and how often you want more, I'll make that easier too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a calendar week. Or I post that picture online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't give a piece of ass. 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 barb fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her thigh, his eubstance squirming slightly, spring as he was, trying to energise his own ignored putz."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his considerably to sound defeated, though he was struggling to abnegate how he so clearly felt.


Charlene smirked, amusement plain on her features."None whatsoever. Now, it's like, fucking four AM. I'm going to make clean 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, finger's breadth finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her top dog, denying him the prospect of her huge, heavy chest as they spilled free from her top, letting the minor shirt fall to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder and smirked, enjoying his tidal bore expression, how quickly this white boy had fallen for her thick cock.


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


She'd have to get word his public figure at some breaker point .