"Shit, sir!" Missy throbbed.

He slipped his hands under her tubby little ass, pinched his fingers into the chunky asscheeks and sucked on her pussy.

"Mmmm," he mumbled. "I love suckin' your cunt."

"I guess you do," she blurted. "Suck it then. Go ahead."

He licked fast as a turkey tongue. She felt the grand explosion, the rippling tide of her climax. She pushed her cunt harder to Mr. Maxwell's face. He slurped her pussy with loud smacking noises, his tongue walloping at her lollipop pussy.

"Aw, shit! Aw, shit!" Missy cried. "Uh, uh, uhhhh."

She fell back on the toilet stool, catching her breath. Mr. Maxwell stood up. His cock was fat as a pork hog, hard as rock. He grabbed the cockstalk. He looked down and began stroking.

"You look so good," he whispered.

Missy leaned back, her body splayed out on the toilet. Her head rested on the wall behind the toilet. Her legs were spread.

She smiled and looked up into Mr. Maxwell's face, then down at his cock.

"You gonna jerk on it, sir?" she whispered. "Damn right. Jerk to you, Missy."

"Jeez, sir," she purred.

"Talk to me, honey," he said.

"What? What should I say?"

"Make me hot. Talk dirty to me and I'll give you a big surprise."

"Well… I don't know, like saying fuck, shit, cock, stuff like that?"

"Yeah," he panted. "Just talk to me." He jerked real slow on his cock. The big red head bulged with each pull backward on the bristling cockstalk.

"You're gonna pay me a lot more if I do, huh? That's the big surprise?"

"Yes… yes!" he exclaimed loudly. "Okay then… fuck… shit… pussy!" Missy huffed hotly, rolling her hips off the toilet seat. "Wanta see my titties too?"

She pulled her pink sweater up over a white bra. She lifted her big, round tits out of the bra and sat them up over the top so they looked colossal.