The sweet slurp of her juices and the mingling of his finger made a sound like perhaps she was chewing cum… a slushy click, click, click.

"Ah!" she gasped. "Oh!"

Missy simply couldn't believe how wonderful she felt. The orgasmic tickle completely consumed her, convulsed her, and she shook all over as she came.

Mr. Maxwell looked into her pretty face which was now wrinkled with passion. Her juicy mouth was open in a big O. She sucked in a gasp of air.

Then she held her breath. She continued shuddering.

Mr. Maxwell slugged his hot finger in her juicing, creaming cunt.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Missy said, exhaling a long, low sigh of pleasure.

"Get it, honey," Mr. Maxwell whispered.

"Get it good! Feel real good, darling!"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" Missy mumbled, unable to control the ecstasy flooding her beautiful body.

Finally, Mr. Maxwell withdrew his dripping finger. Missy relaxed, fell back against the desk. Her jeans skirt was still fluffed up on her waist. Her pink panties were tight and stretched between her thighs.

She saw the huge bulge in Mr. Maxwell's slacks. She saw his hand unzip his fly. He unbuckled his slacks, they fell to his ankles. His cock spiked out a pair of white jockey shorts.

The sight of his bulging hard prick in the tight shorts excited Missy. She'd never seen anything like it, and she eyed the bulge intently.

Mr. Maxwell stripped his soiled shorts down and his cock snapped back and slapped his hairy belly, then it wobbled wildly.

"Ah!" Missy gulped, looking hotly at the thick, long prick that bubbled cream on the huge red tip. His cock was hard and smooth like marble, a full eight inches of throbbing hardness.