"Ooooh, honey?" he panted. "Titties, titties," Missy whispered. "Yes, yes, yes," he answered. "You're jerkin' off, sir. You're givin' yourself a handjob."

"I know. Yes!"

"You're makin' yourself feel good. You're fuckin' your fist."

"Uh-huh."

"Masturbatin' your prick."

"Lookin' at my titties and my pussy."

"Yes!"

"Do it faster, sir. Ooooooooh, yeah, like that. Wow!"

"Gawd, you're goin' fast, sir."

"Yeah, fast!"

"Beat it, beat off to me like that sir, you are really whopping that big hunk of bacon, aren't you? You're rally pumpin' that big ol cock."

"Uh-huh, yeah."

"Am I talkin' good, sir?"

"Yeah, don't stop. Don't stop, damnit! Keep talkin' to me, Missy!"

"You like my big titties, don'tcha?"

"Oh, yes."

"You like my young body too?"

"I love it!"

"Oooooh, yeah, Missy!" he panted, his hand jerking furiously on his immense prick.

"That looks good, sir… the way you're beatin' off like that."

He hammered his prick. Passion clutched his face. His mouth hung open. His hand blurred on his cock.

"Yeah, fuck it! Beat it! Jerk it. Ooooooh, shit! Come on! Come on, damnit, look at my pussy and jerk your big ol cock."

"Ah, ah."

"Am I doin' good, sir?"

"Don't stop!" he gasped, moving closer to her. He stood between her legs. His prick was inches from her face. His hand was hot on the cockstalk.

She swirled her tongue over her pink lips. She brought her hands up to her tits and squeezed them together. Her tongue was pink on her pink lips. She was beautiful.

"Ah, oh, baby!" he gulped.

"Fuck, shit, cunt, pussy, jerk-off, tits, hot balls, asshole, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Missy babbled, sending Mr. Maxwell into a raging passion and a throbbing ecstasy.

He moved closer, pushed the tip of his prick onto her twirling tongue, against her luscious pink lips. He beat his meat wildly; the cockhead slapped at Missy's mouth.