Mr. Maxwell got up. He took his pants down. His cock was huge in his jockey shorts. Missy again became excited by the sight of his shorts all spiked out like that.

He stripped them down and his cock wobbled out.

"Jerk me," he said.

"Okay," she whispered, and grabbed his prick.

"Yeah, honey."

"Should I do it like I did it before, sir?"

"Yes."

"But, I… are you gonna squirt all over me again?"

"Yes!"

"Ooooooh. Jeez!" she whispered, her hand gripping his cock in a velvet vise. His prick throbbed in her tiny hand. She underhanded him. She slid her hand in and out. She pumped fast.

"Yes, yes!" he said, looking down, watching her action. He reached out and plugged a finger into her cunt. "We'll masturbate each other, okay?"

"Okay."

She pumped. He fingered. They were hot. "Sir, your finger… it's… it's…"

"Good, huh?"

"Ooooh, sir, we're masturbatin' each other. Golly!"

"Feels wonderful, doesn't it?"

"Yes," she huffed.

"I love you, Missy."

"Oh, sir! What?"

"I said I love you."

She pumped harder. Faster. He came.

"Sir! Here it comes!" Missy yipped. "Oh, look! It's squirtin', sir."

"Ahhhhhhhh, honey!" he choked, cumming, feeling the vibration that he liked so much.

He fingered her hotly. He could hear the slurping sound of their hand action.

"Oh, sir. Here I come! I'm feelin' that feeling again! Oh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She shook. He shuddered. His cock spit wild gobs of cum at her belly. She worked hard, underhanding his cock. Her elbow was extended. Her thumb stuck out. She jerked him. It was almost as if she was shaking a pair of dice in front of her. He slugged her pussy with his finger.

They came off together. His load was hot, creamy, and he let it roll. The grabbing cream spit at her. She watched the eruption, fascinated at how she could make him shoot like she was doing.