"Come on, Daddy…!" Missy yelped.

"Fuck it all on my face!"

"Baby!" he groaned.

"Go on, keep shootin! Keep shootin' like that!"

"I'm drowning you."

"I know. I'm goin' under here, Big Daddy."

"I love you," Mr. Maxwell sobbed. "I love you, I love you, darling!"

"I'm drowning. I'm drowning in your love, sir," Missy whispered, falling back on the toilet away from him.

Big slurpy chunks of cum slithered down her cheeks and her chin. A gap of cream clung like a spider to her bangs. Her mouth was all creamy. Her pink lips drooled with jizz.

"Boy, you did. You shot off all over my face, sir," Missy whispered.

Mr. Maxwell stumbled backward, a victim of his wonderful climax. He leaned against the toilet door.

"Oh, Missy," he gasped. "Do you know how much I love you?"

Missy stuck her finger in her pussy. "How about this, sir?"

"Oh, oh," he gulped.

"Wanna see me fuck my pussy with my finger?"

"Yes."

"I'll bet you'd pay me even more to see me do what you just did, huh?"

"Yeah, do it?"

"Like this, huh?" Missy cooed, her finger sloshing in and out of her pussy.

Mr. Maxwell grabbed his sticky, cum-soaked prick. He stroked slowly. "Yes, just like that."

"Jerk some more, for me, Mr. Maxwell. I really like to see a guy jerk off and stuff," Missy whispered, her finger delighting her young cunt, her ass slick to the toilet seat, her legs apart, her pink high heels flat to the, floor.

"Let's fuck," he said. "Okay."

He pulled her from the toilet seat and sat down himself.

She straddled him. Her pussy came down on his slushy prick.

He spiked up to her and shoved in. "Ooooooooh," he sighed. "Oh, wow!" Missy clipped. "Okay," he said.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Big Daddy!" she whispered, starting a slow, incessant hump pump movement with her hips, fucking down on his eight-inch prick.