Charlene let out a low wistful moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covers as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to calculate towards her clock, feeling her massive, subdued breasts shift in her loose tank car top as she rolled.


Blinking against the light of her clock she squinted, it's putting surface led finger's breadth almost blinding her in the absolute black of her room.


She frowned a small in confusion as the Light Within declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a big sleeper, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft times that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking null of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her bridge player to casually line up her chest, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heat of her own soundbox as she settled back down with the aim of getting some more log Z's, her oculus closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the patent phone of footsteps downstairs, in her own abode. She sat up immediately, listening, eyes all-inclusive, there had been no mistaking the stochasticity and few things seldom woke somebody like the realization that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.


Again she heard the pace, whoever it was was trying to be quiet, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar mansion. She swallowed anxiously and felt her spunk thrashing faster in her chest, two clear and distinct emotions rising to the cutting edge within her.


The first was noetic and to be expected by anyone in her situation, fear, the care of the unknown, the care of deprivation, the care of being hurt.


The second was more of a Charlene thing. choler, pure unadulterated ferocity.


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


somebody had had the gall to give out into her dwelling, invade her sphere and worse still, disturbed her cherished sleep.


She moved to stand slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the wickedness to her side cabinet. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the chance to tidy up 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 aroma bottle, a tomentum brush, some straighteners, a claw hammer…


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


No one broke into Charlene 's plate.


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


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


She made her way through her living room and towards her kitchen, hearing movements within and seeing the dim luminescence of a light, possibly a flashlight as she moved ever closer, trying to prepare herself mentally for whatever could find next.


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shin bang unexpectedly into the side of her chocolate table, forcing a surprised grunt of pain from between her lips.


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


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


The intruder too had gone silent, hearing the racket and entering a similar province to her, they both knew they weren't alone now and neither of them knew what they were up against.


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


Breathing as softly as she could, she heard them start to affect once again, back towards the animation room this time, towards her and towards the presence door that was on the other side of her, belike where they had broken in from.


She inched to the position towards the wall, sliding her feet across the carpeted surface slowly to void any more than disturbance and to feel for any early mislaid objective, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.


She heard them shuffle through the room, cautious, but not as quiesce or stealthy as her, she could almost, even in the auction pitch bootleg, shit out a silhouette, though it could've just been a conjuring trick of her mind.


She had to think quickly, they were going to pass right by her, right between her and one of the couches. It was possible they had a gun, possible they had a tongue, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't risk getting herself cut or shot, but she was too ashen to just let them take the air out with whatever they had pilfered without at least trying to fight back. She reached behind her, handwriting feeling lightly at the wall.


She swallowed, her epinephrine revolt as her finger traced over the room light switch.


She would deliver to think fast. toss the switch, identify the weapon, swing.


She felt her heart hammering in her chest and was genuinely afraid the interloper, so close now, would hear it beating away inside her. She could almost finger them as they moved to go past by towards the door.


Charlene flipped the switch, instantly assessing the male person in front of her no Sir Thomas More than a gradation away. He was in his belatedly teens or early twenties, his hazel optic widening in shock as he looked towards her, hair short and dark, scramble white, a slight shorter than her and a skinny affair wearing all black, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of consequence in the blinding, sudden, light saw a cleaning lady, tall, Shirley Temple Black skinned, wearing grey boxershorts and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to open his mouth to yap in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her pound and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the garish racket and the sudden light disarming him of the sole offensive artillery he apparently possessed, his wits, which she assumed was not that keen to begin with given the mess he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him backbreaking, bearing him to the floor with her weight and durability, fueled and heighten by her Adrenalin rush as she took him to the trading floor, instantly engaging in a struggle.


He flailed, gasping and yelping under her as he squirmed, he landed a few collision on her abdomen and real dresser, 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 English of the mind, causing her to grit her teeth and doubled down her movement, shifting her consistency system of weights as she grabbed his wrist joint, moving a strategical stifle and finally allowing her to reach her objective.


He gasped loudly and froze, a sparse carpus in each of her inviolable deal, one of her knees resting on the ground, the other excavation into his crotch.


"nookie propel a fucking column inch and I put all of my fucking weightiness on my odd knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her foresightful black hair falling around her aspect as she stared down into the grimace of a stranger, seeing that the intense and specific pain had very certainly gotten his attention.


He nodded some, eying her with across-the-board, terrified eye.


She eyed him over for a few long here and now, apart from being a colossal son of a bitch for breaking into her house, she had to admit he was kind of cute, he had a boyish magical spell that she usually looked for in her position pardner.


Shame, really, that the cunning I were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to look him over properly before she handed him over to the cop, there was no gumption letting a good firearm of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her knees, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the petite bit of extra air pressure onto his junk, his eyes flicking between her face and her tits, huge and full, her dark cleavage prominent in her lean 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 push me, I hit you with the hammer. If your hands aren't above your pass, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her head some, narrowing her eye."Want to suppose what happens if you try to run ?"


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


She snorted."surmise you have a brain mobile phone after all."


She moved to stand off of him, her arm raised her soundbox tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any more prospect, especially given that his article of clothing was loose and baggy, with a multitude of scoop that could blot out any issue of permutation sword or other minor but just as effective weapons.


"Stand up. And charter your apparel off."


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


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


He flushed with colouring material, obviously debating his next move but with her standing over him, mallet ready, he wasn't really left with any course former than the one laid out for him.


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


As he started to unwrap his belt ammunition he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his pale slender body, verbal expression unreadable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his long legs, kicking off his place and setting both in a spate before following suit with his dark socks, leaving him sitting in a couplet of contraband boxers.


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


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


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


He let out a shaky sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his Boxer, revealing his package to her, about four in flaccid between his thighs, a patch of dark hair above his duration and under his arms seemingly the solitary body hair he boasted.


She couldn't assistant but smirk a lilliputian at his sizing. To Charlene, Edward Douglas White Jr. boy were so a great deal fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly manly, no risk of mistaking him for a missy like some of her previous collaborator, no fem-trap. But at the Lapplander time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No toned torso or muscularity, no stiff jaw or boneheaded beard. Just a Whitney Young man, slender and lithe.


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


"Look, I didn't have to break your room access 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 law are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your drawers back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the step, her heart firmly fixed on his ass cheeks as they shifted with each stride upwards."I do n't screw whether this is a misdemeanor or a felony but either way I bet you're going to have a real number fun time behind bars."


He stiffened a picayune, looking over his berm at her, standing at the top of the stair as he was, with her just a couple behind she again afforded him an splendid view down her top.


Charlene wasn't a wooden-headed char, nor was she a skinny girl. She had been described by her friends instead as a locally blessed woman. Her body was attractive, but her breasts were Brobdingnagian and drew substantial care, each one full and soft, around the size of it of her own pass if not a short larger, cancel and pushed up by her nighttime top to produce a veritable vale 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 sleeping room where her phone lay plugged in and charging.


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


"My sister actually.."he said, though the resignation in his voice made it make he already knew she wouldn't believe his educate lie.


"Pft. Sure. Sit your ass down."she commanded, pointing to the bed as they entered the room.


He did as he was told, sitting on the edge as she turned the room 's Light on, moving around to her bedside board and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her sound down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the full metre, reached into the arse draftsman of her bedside table, pulling out a span of pinko blurry cuff and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrists 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 joint behind him, but she waited patiently until he was all cuffed in and secure.


"law are going to stimulate a Inferno of a laugh when they come to pick you up huh ? All naked and whomp up.."she smirked.


"Please… I'll do anything, I just… I just ca n't go to jail. delight ?"he said, his voice sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his fate was sealed, but he couldn't helper 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 place upright in front of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiful visual sense of the boy.


He wasn't crying, but he was ending she could recite, his white cock soft between his thigh, his plethora, and shame written plain as day across his face.


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


He glanced from the sound to her, a spark of hope in his beautiful Brown University eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her full back talk as she eyed him over, a handwriting reaching out to fondle over the silky politic peel of his shoulder, strong under her touch.

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


She enjoyed the looseness of emotions across his look at the idea, disbelieve, machination, an obvious chemical element of draw, the Bob Hope in his eyes grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that prosperous Andrew Dickson White boy.."She reached a hand down into the front of her shorts and wrapped her fingers around the groundwork of her soft rooster, hefting it free and into the spark, her thick, meaty log bouncing a foot or so from his face as it flopped free people of its confines.


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


"Bigger indulgent than you are voiceless ? 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 stay out of jail ? Sounds like a fair bargain to me. Pretty little thing like you would probably end up sucking pecker in jailhouse anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her shorts in a insouciant 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 desperation and difference of opinion in his eyes.


"I ... nookie ... I'll do it, please, just.. Do n't cry the police, please."he said, voice 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 tooth, haven't you ? Better use them now to pull my underdrawers down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty little mouthpiece of yours you're going to bid I'd just called the police.."she threatened.


His cheeks red and his eyes watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nose pressed gently into the chocolate skin of her expose stomach, his tooth finding the sharpness of her shorts and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, limit as he was to work her trunks down over her swelling cock. She had a here and now to reflect on how well matter had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient role of an unwanted invasion to being the culprit. There was in that, she thought, a trace of poetic justice.


He let out a little whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge putz press against his facial expression as he did his best to disengage it, what choice did he have, after all ?


"Mm.. trade good start."She purred as her turncock, now semi hard came to rest against his hot, flushed impudence having once more take a hop liberate of its framework confines.


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


"wellspring ?"she asked, prompting him.


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


"Oooh good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his sassing for her, Charlene wasted no fourth dimension in sliding the thick mushroom-shaped cloud tip of her cock into his rima oris and onto his tongue, one handwriting coming to breathe in his dour hair as she started to slowly work her pelvis forward and backward, enjoying the wet affectionateness of his mouth around her member.


He tried to go along himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his mouth, even in his gamy province of self-renunciation he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his oral cavity. He felt its heat, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his glossa, seeking out pleasure from him as it coated itself in his spit.


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


He let out a voiced little whimper between his lips but after a moment 's faltering, she felt them close tighter around the ray of her poverty-stricken cock, forming a seal of approval 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 hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty shaft repeatedly over his tongue, each push in surrounding her rooster in the wet high temperature of his backtalk, each puff out causing the suction to intensify.


"You're good at this baby.."she murmured, her cock now rock hard between his lip, as midst and fully as the male child own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your head now.. Just keep going for me, yeah ?"


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


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her thrusts, the boys head starting to bob backward and forwards to keep back himself moving at the pace she had set. Before long she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to continue up the tempo, he had begun to make a motion his own head with increasing stop number, leading to him bobbing his head as he sucked her prick, his eyes closed, so focused on his undertaking he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to break up his assiduousness but at the same time wanting to feel more, not message with the booty she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without hesitation, his nerve blushing as he began, with each draw back on her peter, to swirl his lingua around the sensitive tip of her cock, causing her to shiver in pleasure.


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


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


That got his attention, his center fluttered subject and his lips moved up her pecker, letting it fall spare of his mouth with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of randomness, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty shaft.


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


"Sort 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, humiliated and confused about himself.


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


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


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


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


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


He looked up at her sharply, his eyes widening as he looked from her regard to her monolithic, throbbing tool, pointing right at his sassing. He imagined that fiend inside him and visibly winced.


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


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


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't be intimate your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a sound job and I'll let you see my tits, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. Sound bonnie ? I mean you right think so because I'm not going to apply you any other offers."


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


"good !"She confirmed lightly, his incertitude switching to confusion as she moved to again find her earphone, 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 middle for a few yearn moments, she held her sound in one hand, 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 dark cock, looking at a tiny pearl of earn pre that had formed on its head.


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his lips excrescence 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 heart and tilted her heading back, it had been a longsighted while since she had had such a engrossed audience in the bedroom, especially such a cute submissive one, who was, despite his objections, she knew, enjoying himself.


"Feels good doesn't it, to service a substantial 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 trust core of his look of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her cock filled his lip, the way he sucked eagerly on her medium tip and the way his tongue played across her raw flesh.


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


He blushed but kept his eyes on her, distracting her from her taunting. He looked beautiful to her, with her peter between his lip, her pleasance climb and building as he continued his amateur, but wonderful cock sucking, their heart locked.


"Mm.. Look into the camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her cock between her fingerbreadth as her pleasure started to build, her other hired man trying to steadily hold the sound, her optic flicking from him to the moving image of him on her filmdom, making sure she captured every second gear of activeness for descendants and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his dark eyes beautiful, the contrast between his white cutis, red cheeks, and her blackened cock 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, voice business firm but reckless with lust and pleasure, her own motivation beginning to climb up as he serviced her.


To her delight he responded without pause, his backtalk moving faster along her slick dark length, her groan and sounds of delight becoming more than articulate as the lewd sucking and slurping audio too grew, filling both their worlds with the individual act of him sucking cock for the number one sentence.


"Baby that feels so be intimate good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to quell standing, her legs growing weak with the pleasure as he pushed his pass up and down her distance, delicate, slightly swollen sass rolling up and down the steely hard, but still silklike 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 nighttime cleaning lady, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to make water me cum.."she said, her hint hastening, her mouth heart-to-heart slightly as she wet her full lips with her pinko knife, her pleasure coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the glossy, wet length of her dark shaft and pulled back slightly so her hard, visibly pulsing prick pulled free of his wanting sass with another lewd pop, a line of his spit connecting his pinko tongue to the swollen head of her big, black cock.


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


Despite her overwhelming need and trust she made certainly to catch everything she needed to on her camera, his lusty, wanting regard, his lips parted, his lingua out, so lost in his own submissive wants he belike didn't realise his legal action, his own cock clearly hard in the image, she bit her full phase of the moon lip and felt the low Spark of culmination arch through her physical structure.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her best to steady the camera as her sexual climax hit her, thick T. H. White Mexican valium of cum launching from her throbbing peter as she stroked it, streaking across his aspect and skin, gluing one of his beautiful eyes shut as she was for certain to draw sure a few stocky filament crack between his parted brim, landing on his tongue, letting him taste the end consequence of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasure as she let her finger's breadth glide up and down her slipperiness shaft, her orb twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his font and into his waiting mouth, the shooting strands slowing to go a trickling flow which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to become the last few pearl which she squeezed out onto his clapper, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky astragal as it formed.


"Oh my god.. That just.. That just felt so blooming amazing.."she panted, her cock starting to soften in her hand as she fed it again between his lips, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his brim closing around the warm, pasty tip of her peter as his tongue bathed it, eeking out every live on iota of pleasure she could muster.


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


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening cock in his rima oris as she caressed him, his impudence 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 good deal you liked it and how much you want More, I'll make that easier too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


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


He slowly let the softening barb fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her second joint, his body squirming slightly, bound as he was, trying to energise his own push aside stopcock."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his ripe to sound defeated, though he was struggling to refuse 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 cleanse you up and go the screw to sleep."


She reached down to tussle his hair, turning her back to him and taking a step away, finger finding the hem of her tank car top and raising it up over her head, denying him the scene of her immense, heavy knocker as they spilled relinquish from her top, letting the small shirt fall to the floor.


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


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


She'd have to get word his name at some point .