"Yeah, talk to me like that!" he gasped.

Missy pushed down on his huge, slick prickstick which was lathered thickly with slushy cum. She took another inch into her pussy.

"Oh, Missy!" he chirped, reaching behind her, slapping his hands to her pudgy little ass.

Missy stood over him, bent at the knees, her fine legs horseshoed down, her pink high heels rocking as she humped up and down, slithering slow as a smoke ring, then bobbing back up as his cock withdrew. She tucked in her chin and looked down at the creamy slide of his heroic prick.

Mr. Maxwell looked up into her dripping face. Hot thick splashes of cum clung to her cheeks, her mouth, her chin. Her darling bangs were slicked to her forehead.

She leaned over him a little so her big tits dropped down. He fish sucked his lips, craned upward, and plunged his mouth into them.

Missy pumped down, back up, sliding on his stupendous cock. The hard cockstalk felt good, hot, and thrilling in the vise of her cunt.

"Talk to me," he said, leaning back, laying his head against the wall, and playing out on the toilet seat.

Missy humped up and down over him. She reached down with one hand and fingered into the slick drive of his cock into her cunt.

"Talk dirty again?"

"Yeah, please."

"You gonna give me another surprise if I do?"

"You know I will, Missy."

"Okay, then. Fuck, shit… fuck me! You dirty old man. You're fuckin' me in the toilet here."

"Yes, yes," he huffed.

"Like that?" Missy said. "Talk like that?"

"Yes."

"You're fuckin' with me, sir. You're a dirty guy. And we're fuckin' here in the toilet. Boy, this is bad, sir."

He humped his hips off the toilet, and speared his cock into her cunt.

"Okay, shit then! Fuck mere of your big boner into my little pussy, sir. That big ol whopping cock. I'm fuckin' all around on it, huh?"