"Yes," Missy murmured, "it makes me feel good."

"Oh, honey!" he puffed, slipping her black skirt up into ruffles on her generous, young hips.

He slid his hand into the nylon gooeyness of her panties, his fingers pressing, tapping at her wet cunt.

"Baby!" he gasped, then sent his hand deep into her, pink panties, his fingertips gliding through the fuzzy forest of cunt hairs between her legs. He fucked a finger into her pussy.

"Oooooh, shit," Missy hissed.

She unzipped his fly and yanked out his big, eight-inch prick. The tip bullied her hand, and spit out a good of cum. She slicked the thick jizz down onto the cockstalk, trailing her fingers along the sides, slicking down, into his balls. She grabbed his balls and brought her other hand down and clutched his cock.

"Ah, baby!" he sighed.

She tickled his balls and squeezed them. Her other hand pushed in and out with an overhand grip on his monster prick.

He managed to pull her panties down. Then he pushed her back to the toilet. She stood in front of it.

"I wanna take your panties down," he whispered.

"Okay, take 'em down," she gulped.

He slid the pink undies down her tanned, smooth legs, over her pink heels, and took them off.

"Me you gonna let me keep them?" he asked.

"No, not unless you pay me for 'em," Missy said, standing beautifully over him, her black skirt up, her brown pussy looking scrumptious.

"I'm gonna pay for 'em. I'm gonna pay you, too," he said, pushing Missy to the shiny, black toilet seat.

She sat down on the cool stool. He spread her legs. He crawled between them, pushing her knees out. He licked his tongue along her thighs.

"Mmmmmmm," he mumbled. His tongue flicked up into her cunt. He licked the fuzzy, brown softness. Missy slid down on the toilet seat, her hips on the edge. Her legs were wide. She lifted her ass off the stool and swirled her hips, pushing her pussy up against Mr. Maxwell's gaping tongue.