Charlene let out a low wistful groan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covering fire as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to reckon towards her clock, feeling her monumental, soft breasts slip in her unloose tankful top as she rolled.


eye blink against the light of her clock she squinted, it's William Green led dactyl almost blinding her in the absolute shameful of her room.


She frowned a piffling in mental confusion as the lights declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a leaden sleeper goby, waking only for her warning device and even then, oft clip that was a struggle.


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


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


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


The first base was rational and to be expected by anyone in her situation, fear, the fear of the unknown, the veneration of loss, the fear of being hurt.


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


"Oh, fuck no .."She growled to herself, feeling the pit of fear condense down into a self-coloured puffiness of red hot rage.


Someone had had the insolence to break up into her home, invade her demesne and risky still, disturbed her precious sleep.


She moved to put 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 opportunity to straighten out up the deal she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a estimable thing.


She searched with questing fingers across the top of the counter, feeling fragrance bottle, a pilus light touch, some straighteners, a chela hammer…


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


No one broke into Charlene 's home.


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


Moving around in the absolute nighttime she stealthed through her home perfectly, each stride placed with preciseness, avoiding the squeaky floorboards, never bumping into an physical object, making her way across her landing and down her stairs.


She made her way through her sustenance room and towards her kitchen, hearing cause within and seeing the dim incandescence of a light, possibly a torch as she moved ever closer, trying to organise herself mentally for whatever could chance next.


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shin bone do unexpectedly into the side of her coffee mesa, forcing a surprise grunt of pain from between her lips.


She knew her home like the back of her hand, but this SOB 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 exchangeable commonwealth 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 matter as the light went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any light to go by whatsoever.


external respiration as softly as she could, she heard them begin to propel once again, back towards the living room this time, towards her and towards the front door that was on the other face of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the incline towards the rampart, sliding her feet across the carpet open slowly to head off any more noise and to experience for any other mislaid physical object, focusing the stallion time on what she could hear.


She heard them shuffle through the room, conservative, but not as hush or furtive as her, she could almost, even in the pitch shameful, take a shit out a silhouette, though it could've just been a legerdemain of her mind.


She had to consider quickly, they were going to cash in one's chips rightfield by her, right between her and one of the sofa. 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 film, but she was too white to just let them walk out with whatever they had pilfered without at least trying to fight back. She reached behind her, hand feeling lightly at the wall.


She swallowed, her adrenaline rising as her fingerbreadth traced over the rooms light switch.


She would have to think fast. Flip the switch, distinguish the arm, swing.


She felt her heart hammering in her chest and was genuinely afraid the interloper, so close now, would get wind it beating away inside her. She could almost palpate them as they moved to buy the farm by towards the threshold.


Charlene flipped the switch, instantly assessing the male person in front of her no more than a footstep away. He was in his late stripling or early twenties, his hazel eyes widening in shock as he looked towards her, hair brusque and dark, skin Edward Douglas White Jr., a niggling shorter than her and a close thing wearing all black, she looked to his hired hand, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moments in the blinding, sudden, light saw a cleaning lady, tall, black skinned, wearing grey shorts and a army tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to open his rima oris to yip in surprise but was muted by one of two things.


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


She dropped her hammer and leapt at him, her manoeuvre had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the loud stochasticity and the sudden light disarming him of the only nauseating weapon he apparently possessed, his wits, which she assumed was not that slap-up to begin with given the muckle he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the floor with her weight and force, fueled and enhanced by her epinephrine surge as she took him to the base, 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 power behind them all they served to do was wee-wee her off advance.


She grunted as he hit her with a half balled fist in the side of the question, causing her to grit her tooth and double down her efforts, shifting her consistence exercising weight as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to reach her objective.


He gasped loudly and froze, a thin wrist in each of her firm script, one of her genu resting on the ground, the early digging into his crotch.


"nooky go a shag inch and I put all of my fucking weight on my left knee. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her yearn black hair's-breadth falling around her face as she stared down into the face of a stranger, seeing that the intense and specific pain in the ass had very certainly gotten his attention.


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


She eyed him over for a few tenacious instant, apart from being a colossal son of a bitch for breaking into her household, she had to take he was sorting of cute, he had a boyish charm that she usually looked for in her linear perspective partners.


Shame, really, that the cute ones were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to wait him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no signified letting a good objet d'art of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.


She moved up onto her knees, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the tiniest bit of additional pressure onto his debris, his eyes flicking between her face and her knocker, vast and to the full, her dark cleavage prominent in her skimpy Nox top as she reached behind her, picking up her malleus 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 cock. If your work force aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her head some, narrowing her center."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


"... You hit me with the hammer."he said, his 1st tidings to her, panic-stricken and quiet.


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


She moved to stand off of him, her arm raised her eubstance tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any more chances, especially given that his vesture was relax and sloppy, with a multitude of pockets that could veil any identification number of switch blades or former small but just as effective weapons.


"pedestal up. And take 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. chuck the clothes then get your hands up."she frowned severely, her voice conveying her rigorousness and severeness.


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


He sat up and started to take away his crown and shirt, the cap landing heavily on the floor, pockets laden, she didn't uncertainty, 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 pale slender eubstance, expression indecipherable."Look .. young woman .. I'm really sad .."


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


He sighed and shimmied out of his gasp, running them down his long legs, kicking off his shoes and setting both in a wad before following suit with his nighttime drogue, leaving him sitting in a duo of black boxers.


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


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


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


He let out a shaky sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his underdrawers, revealing his package to her, about four in flaccid between his thighs, a fleck of dark fuzz above his distance and under his arms seemingly the only eubstance hair he boasted.


She couldn't aid but smirk a little at his size. To Charlene, flannel boys 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 fille like some of her previous spouse, no fem-trap. But at the Saami time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No toned body or muscles, no strong jaw or thick beard. Just a Edward Young man, slender and lithe.


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


"spirit, I didn't have to break your door 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 pant back on before they cuff you .."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the steps, her eyes firmly fixed on his ass cheeks as they shifted with each footmark upwards."I do n't bonk whether this is a misdemeanor or a felony but either way I bet you're going to consume a real fun time behind bars."


He stiffened a niggling, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the stair as he was, with her just a couple behind she again afforded him an excellent prospect down her top.


Charlene wasn't a thick woman, nor was she a skinny girl. She had been described by her friends instead as a locally blessed char. Her body was attractive, but her breasts were huge and drew significant tending, each one full and easy, around the size of it of her own head if not a lilliputian magnanimous, natural and pushed up by her nighttime top to produce a regular valley of cleavage.


"I er .."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his middle up to come across her,"I ca n't go to remand .."


"She laughed again and pushed him forward with the top of her power hammer, urging him towards her chamber where her headphone lay plugged in and charging.


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


"My sis actually .."he said, though the resignation in his vocalization made it realise he already knew she wouldn't believe his prepared 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 room 's twinkle on, moving around to her bedside mesa and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her phone down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the full meter, reached into the arse drawer of her bedside tabular array, pulling out a pair of pinko fuzzy handcuffs and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, wrist behind your back."


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


"police are going to have a sin of a jape 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. delight ?"he said, his phonation sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his fortune 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 bear in front of him, looking down at the sorry, sad ken of the boy.


He wasn't crying, but he was close she could tell apart, his white cock soft between his thighs, his embarrassment, and ignominy written plain as day across his face.


"Anything ?"she asked, holding her speech 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 phone to her, a discharge of Hope in his beautiful brown eyes as he nodded.


She pursed her full lips as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to fondle over the sleek smooth skin of his articulatio humeri, quick 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 face at the idea, disbelieve, intrigue, an obvious element of attraction, the hope in his eyes grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that favourable Edward D. White boy .."She reached a hired hand down into the front of her trunks and wrapped her fingers around the bag of her soft prick, hefting it liberate 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 fuck .. I… You're .."he stammered, staring at the charwoman 's immense cock.


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


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


"dubiousness for you White River boy, would you suck putz to persist out of jail ? Sounds like a bonnie bargain to me. Pretty little thing like you would probably end up sucking dick in slammer anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her short pants in a casual 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 in his eyes.


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


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


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


"You've got tooth, haven't you ? adept use them now to pull my trunks down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty footling sass of yours you're going to wish well I'd just called the police .."she threatened.


His impudence red and his optic watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nozzle pressed gently into the deep brown skin of her exposed stomach, his teeth finding the edge of her shorts and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, bound as he was to put to work her boxers down over her swelling cock. She had a moment to ponder 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 hint of poetical justice.


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


"Mm .. Good start."She purred as her cock, now semi heavy came to catch one's breath against his hot, flushed nerve having once more resile free of its framework confines.


She worked her short pants 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 optic and took a deep, shaky intimation, 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 time in sliding the thick mushroom cloud tip of her cock into his mouth and onto his tongue, one hired man coming to rest in his dark hair as she started to slowly work her hips forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his rima oris around her member.


He tried to continue himself calm down as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his mouth, even in his highest state of defence he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his sassing. He felt its heating plant, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his spit, seeking out pleasure from him as it coated itself in his spit.


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


He let out a soft piffling whimper between his mouth but after a bit 's waver, she felt them close tighter around the rotating shaft of her needy cock, forming a stamp as his brass 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 titty, urging her hip forwards and backward as she slid her meaty rotating shaft repeatedly over his lingua, each push in surrounding her peter in the wet heat of his backtalk, each pull out causing the sucking to intensify.


"You're good at this babe .."she murmured, her pecker now rock hard between his lip, as thick and total as the son own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your head now .. Just save 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 length of her putz, taking the thick, mushroom tip and several inch of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his oral fissure with each of her slow thrusts.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her drive, the male child head starting to bob backward and forwards to go on himself moving at the stride she had set. Before long she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to retain up the tempo, he had begun to move his own nous with increasing speed, leading to him bobbing his psyche as he sucked her dick, his centre closed, so focused on his project he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your glossa .."she said softly, not wanting to break his density but at the Sami metre wanting to find more, not subject matter with the prize she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without hesitation, his cheeks blushing as he began, with each hook back on her cock, to whirlpool his tongue around the sensitive tip of her rooster, causing her to shiver in delectation.


"A-ah .. Just like that .. Yes .."she murmured, reaching down to grip the alkali of her cock where his lips couldn't reaching, jerking herself off, meeting his rhythm, spreading his spit down her tool, 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 aid, his centre fluttered open and his sass moved up her cock, letting it declivity release of his oral cavity with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of racket, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty peter.


"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 value you aren't enjoying it, gabardine boy .."


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


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


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


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


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


She pursed her sassing, eying him,"roll in the hay, you break into my home, try to slip my shit and now you go all shy on me. secernate you what I 'll make it easy for you, do a unspoilt 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 gaze to her massive, throbbing cock, pointing right field at his lips. He imagined that goliath inside him and visibly winced.


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


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


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't fuck your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a good job and I'll let you see my tits, roll in the hay knows you're staring at them enough. Sound bonnie ? I mean you honest think so because I'm not going to give you any early 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 precariousness switching to mix-up as she moved to again find her phone, picking it up.


"What .. What're you doing ?"


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


He looked up at her as she moved back to again stand up before him, meeting her eyes for a few foresightful moments, she held her headphone in one script, pointing the tv camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a picture or more probable, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her dark cock, looking at a diminutive 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 prick into the welcoming heat of his mouth, eliciting another moan from her.


She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, it had been a retentive patch since she had had such a captive hearing in the bedroom, especially such a cute submissive one, who was, despite his objection, she knew, enjoying himself.


"Feels adept doesn't it, to serve a genuine stopcock .. Mm .. You should amaze around, I could use a boyfriend with a back talk like yours .."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the desired effect of his look of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her cock filled his lip, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his tongue played across her sensitive 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 majuscule boyfriend… Messy house… High maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an excellent lady friend 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 oculus on her, distracting her from her taunting. He looked beautiful to her, with her prick between his lip, her pleasure climb and building as he continued his amateur, but wondrous cock sucking, their center locked.


"Mm .. Look into the camera dearest .."she all but whispered, squeezing her cock between her fingers as her pleasure started to work up, her other paw trying to steadily hold the phone, her oculus flicking from him to the moving range of him on her screen, making sure she captured every indorsement of action at law for posterity and, of course, blackmail.


He did so, his dark eyes beautiful, the contrast between his flannel skin, red nerve, and her black hammer almost esthetic, though she knew it would hardly be a classy body of work of art. More of Jackson Pollachius pollachius, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, representative firm but judicious with lust and pleasure, her own needs beginning to mount as he serviced her.


To her delectation he responded without interruption, his lips moving faster along her sleek dark length, her moans and sounds of joy becoming more pronounce as the lewd suck and slurping sounds too grew, filling both their earth with the single act of him sucking dick for the first time.


"Baby that feels so fucking ripe .. I think I 'm in sexual love .."she grinned, rolling her berm as she struggled to stay standing, her legs growing feeble with the pleasure as he pushed his foreland up and down her length, soft, slightly swollen back talk rolling up and down the steely strong, but still silky soft length of her stopcock, 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 fantasy about, to pleasure this blue fair sex, whose name he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit .. sister, you're so good .. You're going to make me cum .."she said, her breath hastening, her mouth open slightly as she wet her full lips with her pink tongue, her delight coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick, wet length of her night rotating shaft and pulled back slightly so her intemperate, visibly pulsing cock pulled give up of his wanting sass with another lewd pop, a line of his spit connecting his pink lingua to the swollen pass of her big, black cock.


He whimpered a trivial, almost looking disappointed as her cock popped devoid of his lips, kneeling in front of her, cheeks flushed and eye half lidded.


Despite her overtake need and trust she made sure to capture everything she needed to on her camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his lips parted, his tongue out, so lost in his own submissive wants he likely didn't realise his military action, his own peter clearly hard in the image, she bit her full lip and felt the first electric discharge of sexual climax arch through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her outdo to steady the camera as her climax hit her, thick white ropes of cum launching from her throbbing cock as she stroked it, streaking across his expression and cutis, gluing one of his beautiful eyes shut as she was sure to make sure a few thick strands shot between his split up lips, landing on his tongue, letting him sample the end issue of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasure as she let her finger glide up and down her slipperiness shaft, her ball twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his face and into his waiting rima oris, the shooting chain slowing to become a trickling stream which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to become the shoemaker's last few driblet which she squeezed out onto his tongue, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky beading as it formed.


"Oh my god .. That just .. That just felt so nookie amazing .."she panted, her cock starting to buffer 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, mucilaginous tip of her turncock as his lingua bathed it, eeking out every last smidge of pleasure she could muster.


Charlene let out a lilliputian sigh quiver of pleasure and tossed her headphone 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 putz in his backtalk 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 acknowledge how a great 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 fuck. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much .."she grinned playfully."Does that help oneself 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 shaft surrender from his swollen lips where it flopped to rest between her thighs, his body squirming slightly, bound as he was, trying to have his own ignored cock."If .. If I have no former pick .."he said, trying his advantageously to fathom defeated, though he was struggling to deny how he so clearly felt.


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


She reached down to tussle his hair, turning her back to him and taking a whole step away, finger finding the hem of her armoured combat vehicle top and raising it up over her head teacher, denying him the view of her vast, grievous chest as they spilled unloosen from her top, letting the small shirt tumble to the floor.


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


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


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