You’re making me do this..” He protested, voice weak. He imagined that monster inside him and visibly winced. No one broke into Charlene’s home. “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 moved up onto her knees, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the tiniest bit of additional pressure onto his junk, his eyes flicking between her face and her tits, huge and full, her dark cleavage prominent in her skimpy night top as she reached behind her, picking up her hammer from where it had fallen, causing him to pale significantly. “You can’t fucking say you didn’t love that..” she purred. “Does that help you huh, white boy? Better use them now to pull my shorts down because if I feel them once I’m in that pretty little mouth of yours you’re going to wish I’d just called the police..” she threatened.
