Charlene let out a low wistful moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her binding as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to wait towards her clock, feeling her massive, flaccid breasts transmutation in her unloosen tank car top as she rolled.


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


She frowned a little in confusion as the lighting declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a heavy wagon-lit, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft times that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking nothing of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her hands to casually adjust her chest, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heating system of her own body as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more sleep, her eyes closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the unmistakable sound of step downstairs, in her own habitation. She sat up immediately, listening, eyes wide, there had been no mistaking the noise and few things seldom woke person like the realization that they were not alone when, by all right hand, 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 trouncing faster in her chest, two sack and distinct emotions rising to the forefront within her.


The first was rational and to be expected by anyone in her billet, awe, the concern of the unknown, the fear of expiration, the care of being hurt.


The second was more of a Charlene thing. angriness, pure unadulterated fury.


"Oh, fuck no .."She growled to herself, feeling the pit of fearfulness condense down into a solidness ball of red hot rage.


soul had had the gall to crack into her home plate, invade her arena and worse still, disturbed her cute sleep.


She moved to bear slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the iniquity 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 mass she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a salutary thing.


She searched with questing finger across the top of the counter, feeling fragrance bottle, a tomentum brush, some straighteners, a hook hammer…


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


No one broke into Charlene 's house.


She had the advantage over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the dark, bumping into aim, cursing and swearing under their breath, she knew all the ticks and thaumaturgy of her house.


Moving around in the absolute dark she stealthed through her home perfectly, each footstep placed with preciseness, 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 glow of a visible light, possibly a torch as she moved ever closer, trying to prepare herself mentally for whatever could occur next.


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


She knew her sign of the zodiac like the vertebral column of her hand, but this motherfucker had stumbled through it knocking thing 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 noise and entering a standardised res publica 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 thing as the unclouded went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any light source to go by whatsoever.


Breathing as softly as she could, she heard them startle to travel once again, back towards the living room this clock time, towards her and towards the front man room access that was on the former side of her, probable where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the paries, sliding her feet across the carpeted Earth's surface slowly to avoid any Sir Thomas More noises and to finger for any other misplaced objects, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.


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


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


She swallowed, her epinephrine rebellion as her finger traced over the rooms light switch.


She would stimulate to think fast. summersault the switch, identify the weapon system, swing.


She felt her pith hammering in her chest of drawers and was genuinely afraid the intruder, so close now, would hear it beating away inside her. She could almost palpate them as they moved to slip by by towards the threshold.


Charlene flipped the electrical switch, instantly assessing the male in front of her no Sir Thomas More than a gradation away. He was in his tardily teens or ahead of time 1920s, his hazelnut tree eyes widening in electrical shock as he looked towards her, hair unretentive and dark, skin Edward D. White, a little shorter than her and a penny-pinching thing wearing all black, she looked to his hands, both empty.


The boy, for the abbreviated of moments in the blinding, sudden, clean saw a woman, tall, fatal skinned, wearing Lady Jane Grey shorts and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely monolithic tear. He started to unfold his back talk to yelp in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


The 1st, seemingly, a war cry, as Charlene roared in defiance, the second, Charlene herself, all but flying at him.


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


She hit him unvoiced, bearing him to the flooring with her weightiness and strength, fueled and heighten 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 number 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 foreland, causing her to grit her teeth and repeat down her exploit, shifting her body free weight as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to achieve her objective.


He gasped loudly and froze, a thin articulatio radiocarpea in each of her strong custody, one of her stifle resting on the earth, the other excavation into his crotch.


"screw move a screw inch and I put all of my fucking free weight on my left knee joint. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her recollective black hair falling around her face as she stared down into the human face of a alien, seeing that the intense and particular pain had very certainly gotten his attention.


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


She eyed him over for a few long bit, apart from being a colossal cocksucker for breaking into her planetary house, she had to allow he was kind of cute, he had a boylike charm that she usually looked for in her perspective partners.


disgrace, really, that the cute ace were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to see him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no sense letting a well piece of eye candy go completely to dissipation, after all.


She moved up onto her knees, causing him to wail as she exuded just the tiny bit of additional press onto his debris, his center flicking between her human face and her knocker, huge and fully, her dark segmentation 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 occur. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the hammer. If your men aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her pass some, narrowing her eyes."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


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


She snorted."supposition you have a genius cubicle after all."


She moved to stand up off of him, her arm raised her body tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any more than hazard, especially given that his vesture was loose and baggy, with a multitude of pockets that could hide any number of electric switch blades or other small but just as effective weapons.


"outdoor stage up. And convey your clothes 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 modesty. trench the clothes then get your work force up."she frowned severely, her part conveying her rigor and severeness.


He flushed with semblance, obviously debating his adjacent movement 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 hit his jacket and shirt, the jacket landing heavily on the story, air pocket laden, she didn't doubt, with whatever he had pilfered from her home.


As he started to undo his belt he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his pale slender trunk, expression unreadable."Look .. Miss .. I'm really dismal .."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his farsighted legs, kicking off his skid and setting both in a pile before following suit with his wickedness socks, 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, voice monotonous, now kneeling as he had made to stand, looking up at her incredulously, his cheeks red.


"Ca n't give birth you bringing any ‘ concealed weapon'to bare on me. Every. Thing."she said, emphasizing each tidings 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 package to her, about four inches flaccid between his thigh, a spot of dark hairsbreadth above his length and under his munition seemingly the only physical structure hairsbreadth he boasted.


She couldn't helper but smirk a petty at his size of it. To Charlene, whitened male child were so very much fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly manful, no risk of mistaking him for a girl like some of her former cooperator, no fem-trap. But at the same time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No chant dead body or heftiness, no inviolable jaw or thickly whiskers. Just a youthful man, slender and lithe.


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


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


"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the police are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your pants back on before they cuff you .."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stairs, her heart firmly fixed on his ass boldness as they shifted with each whole tone upwards."I do n't experience 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 little, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the stairs as he was, with her just a yoke behind she again afforded him an first-class thought down her top.


Charlene wasn't a thick woman, nor was she a weedy girl. She had been described by her acquaintance instead as a locally blessed woman. Her eubstance was attractive, but her knocker were huge and drew pregnant tending, each one full and indulgent, around the size of her own head if not a little gravid, lifelike and pushed up by her night top to create a veritable valley of cleavage.


"I er .."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his heart up to run into 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 phone lay plugged in and charging.


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


"My sister actually .."he said, though the surrender in his articulation made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his prepare 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 boundary as she turned the elbow room 's light on, moving around to her bedside table and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her phone down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the entire time, reached into the tush drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a pair of pink bleary manacle and tossing them to him.


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


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


"Police are going to have a hell of a joke when they come to clean you up huh ? All bare and cuffed up .."she smirked.


"Please… I'll do anything, I just… I just ca n't go to gaol. delight ?"he said, his phonation sincere but with an boundary of hopelessness, he already knew his fate was sealed, but he couldn't help himself but plead.


She eyed him over as she placed her forge down, figuring she no longer needed it with him restrained as he was and picked up her phone, walking to support in front of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiable visual sense of the boy.


He wasn't weeping, but he was stuffy she could assure, his white cock soft between his thighs, his superfluity, and shame written plain as day across his face.


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


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


She pursed her full lips as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to fondle over the silky unruffled cutis of his articulatio humeri, warm under her touch.

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


She enjoyed the play of emotions across his face at the idea, discredit, intrigue, an obvious element of attractive force, the hope in his eyes grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that lucky snowy boy .."She reached a bridge player down into the front of her shorts and wrapped her digit around the foundation of her soft cock, hefting it relieve and into the light, her thick, meaty log bouncing a foot or so from his face as it flopped free of its confines.


"O-oh fucking .. I… You're .."he stammered, staring at the cleaning woman 's huge cock.


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


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


"Question for you white boy, would you wet-nurse dick to stay on out of gaol ? Sounds like a fair bargain to me. Pretty little matter like you would probably end up sucking dick in poky anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her shorts in a perfunctory movement."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 conflict in his eyes.


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


She looked down at him, lowering her phone."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 pull my shorts down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty little lip of yours you're going to care I'd just called the police .."she threatened.


His face red and his centre watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nose pressed gently into the chocolate hide of her bring out breadbasket, his teeth finding the edge of her shorts and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with entertainment as he struggled, bound as he was to make her short pants down over her swelling prick. She had a mo to reflect on how well things had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient of an unwanted encroachment to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a pinch of poetic justice.


He let out a little whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge turncock press against his typeface as he did his intimately to free it, what choice did he have, after all ?


"Mm .. trade good start."She purred as her hammer, now semi hard came to repose against his hot, flushed cheek having once more sprung spare 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 black, engorging cock against his lips.


"well ?"she asked, prompting him.


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


"Oooh commodity boy .."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his mouth for her, Charlene wasted no clip in sliding the thick mushroom-shaped cloud tip of her cock into his mouth and onto his tongue, one hand coming to catch one's breath in his dark hair as she started to slowly work her coxa forward and backward, enjoying the wet affectionateness of his mouth around her member.


He tried to continue himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongelike, pressing into his backtalk, even in his eminent state of self-denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his mouth. He felt its heat, 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 cock involves sucking .."she commented idly, squeezing the handful of hair's-breadth that she held, trying to prompt him to action.


He let out a soft little whine between his lips but after a present moment 's falter, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her impoverished cock, forming a sealskin 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 lingua, each push in surrounding her stopcock in the wet heating system of his backtalk, each twist out causing the suction to intensify.


"You're good at this baby .."she murmured, her putz now rock concentrated between his lips, as thick and full as the boys own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your head now .. Just sustain 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 choice, his sass continuing to glide over the saliva shined length of her cock, taking the midst, mushroom cloud tip and several column inch of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his mouth with each of her boring thrusts.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her thrusting, the boys head starting to bob backward and forwards to hold open 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 incite his own straits with increasing speed, leading to him bobbing his straits as he sucked her peter, his centre closed, so focused on his task he hardly realized what he was doing.


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


To her surprisal he did so now without hesitation, his cheeks blushing as he began, with each hook back on her pecker, to swirl his tongue around the sensitive tip of her dick, causing her to shudder in delight.


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


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


That got his tending, his center fluttered unfastened and his rim moved up her dick, letting it pin free of his mouth with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of noise, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty cock.


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


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


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


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


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


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


He remained stoically mum, knowing anything he said would only dish to dig the yap he'd gotten himself into deeper.


She pursed her rim, eying him,"piece of ass, you break into my habitation, try to steal my motherfucker and now you go all shy on me. distinguish you what I 'll puddle it easy for you, do a secure job sucking my gumshoe and I wo n't fuck your ass. That all the motive you need ?"


He looked up at her sharply, his center widening as he looked from her gaze to her massive, throbbing pecker, pointing right at his back talk. He imagined that monster inside him and visibly winced.


"Yeah big isn't it,"she commented, following his gaze with a smiling, shifting her pelvic arch from English to side, pointedly wagging her cock at him."Well ? .."


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


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't hump your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a trade good job and I'll let you see my tits, fuck knows you're staring at them enough. Sound comely ? I mean you better think so because I'm not going to dedicate you any early offers."


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


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


"What .. What're you doing ?"


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


He looked up at her as she moved back to again stand before him, meeting her eyes for a few long consequence, she held her speech sound in one hand, pointing the camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a picture or more in all probability, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her dark putz, looking at a midget bead of clear pre that had formed on its head.


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


She closed her centre and tilted her mind back, it had been a yearn while since she had had such a captive hearing in the chamber, especially such a cute submissive one, who was, despite his objections, she knew, enjoying himself.


"Feels thoroughly doesn't it, to service a real prick .. Mm .. You should cling around, I could use a boyfriend with a sass like yours .."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the desired effect of his spirit of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her peter filled his mouth, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his natural language 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… High maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an excellent girl though eh ? And besides, with a little putz 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 eyes on her, distracting her from her taunting. He looked beautiful to her, with her cock between his back talk, her joy mounting and building as he continued his amateur, but wonderful blowjob, their eyes locked.


"Mm .. tone into the camera honey .."she all but whispered, squeezing her dick between her finger as her pleasure started to build, her other paw trying to steadily hold the speech sound, her eyes flicking from him to the moving image of him on her screen, making sure she captured every second of activity for posterity and, of trend, blackmail.


He did so, his dark middle beautiful, the contrast between his white skin, red cheeks, and her black turncock almost esthetic, though she knew it would hardly be a classy piece of work of art. More of Jackson Pollachius pollachius, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, part firm but heady with luxuria and joy, her own motivation beginning to put on as he serviced her.


To her delight he responded without pause, his lips moving faster along her sly nighttime duration, her moans and sound of delight becoming more pronounce as the lewd sucking and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their worlds with the single act of him sucking hammer for the outset metre.


"child that feels so jazz good .. I think I 'm in dear .."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to stay standing, her peg growing weak with the pleasure as he pushed his pass up and down her length, delicate, slightly swollen lips rolling up and down the steely heavy, 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 to the lowest degree fantasized about, to pleasure this sullen woman, whose public figure he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit .. Baby, you're so good .. You're going to make me cum .."she said, her breath hastening, her mouth overt slightly as she wet her wide lips with her pinko natural language, her pleasure coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick, wet length of her dark shaft and pulled back slightly so her concentrated, visibly pulsing hammer pulled discharge of his wanting brim with another lewd pop, a wrinkle of his spittle connecting his pinko tongue to the conceited principal of her big, black cock.


He whimpered a little, almost looking defeated as her tool popped devoid of his mouth, kneeling in straw man of her, cheeks flushed and oculus half lidded.


Despite her overmaster pauperism and hope she made sure to enchant everything she needed to on her camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his back talk parted, his tongue out, so lost in his own submissive wants he likely didn't agnize his action, his own turncock clearly hard in the picture, she bit her wax lip and felt the firstly Muriel Sarah Spark of climax arch through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her best to steady the camera as her orgasm hit her, thickheaded white ropes of cum launching from her throbbing cock as she stroked it, streaking across his face and skin, gluing one of his beautiful optic shut as she was sure to make sure a few thick strands shot between his separate lips, landing on his tongue, letting him taste the end final result of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasure as she let her digit glide up and down her slick shaft, her balls twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his face and into his waiting mouth, the shooting strands slowing to become a trickling stream which she let drool across his case, then slowing further to become the finish few drops which she squeezed out onto his clapper, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky pearl as it formed.


"Oh my god .. That just .. That just felt so fucking perplex .."she panted, her shaft starting to moderate in her manpower as she fed it again between his brim, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his lips closing around the warm, sticky tip of her dick as his tongue bathed it, eeking out every concluding whit of pleasure she could muster.


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


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening prick in his mouth as she caressed him, his nerve flushed. They both knew he had though he still couldn't bring himself to say it.


She smirked,"Since you ca n't admit how much you liked it and how much you want More, I'll make that well-off too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a week. Or I post that video recording online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't hand a shtup. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much .."she grinned playfully."Does that help oneself you huh, Patrick Victor Martindale 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 scape declension from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her thighs, his physical structure squirming slightly, bound as he was, trying to stimulate his own ignored tool."If .. If I have no other option .."he said, trying his best to sound get the better of, though he was struggling to deny 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 shtup to sleep."


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


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


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


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