As she pumped his prick, she wondered if Mr. Brown might not be a contact, a key to getting into TV and becoming famous. Sue had always wanted to be a weather-girl, which she thought might lead to bigger things.

She pumped hard now, trying to do a good job, make Mr. Brown happy. She thought about the two hundred dollars he'd given her. This gift made her work even harder to satisfy.

"Oh, that's it!" he cried. "Oh, shit!" "You're squirtin' stuff in my panties! Look, they're gettin' all gooshy and sticky!" Sue whispered.

"Pump me!" he yelped. Harder, faster, went the girl's hand. "Does it feel good?" she asked. "Wonderful," he whimpered. "You like me to do this, huh?" "Oh, shit… I love it, Sue!" "You're naughty, Mr. Brown," she cooed. "Fuck it with your hand, darling!" "Oooooh, Mr. Brown! You talk so dirty and stuff!"

"Fuck it! Fist-fuck it!" "Gawd, sir!" "Yeah, fuck your fist on my cock!"

Sue's skirt was up over her pussy. She was wet down there. Her tanned legs were apart. She wanted to buttonhook her clit and cum, but she knew she had work to do with Mr. Brown, so she kept jerking his monster prick.

"I'm gonna cum, Sue!"

"In my panties?" "Yeah!"

"Okay, okay!" She pumped furiously. He stiffened.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, shit!" he yelled.

He blew her panties off the top of his prick. Sue caught them with her free hand before they fell to the floor. She held them up with one hand over his quaking cock as she pumped with the other hand, pumped out a milkshake load of thick cream.

"Baby, baby, baby!" he sighed. "Whewww, whooofff!" Sue huffed. "You're really shootin'!"

"Oh, shit, shitttttt. Feels sooooo good!" Cum seeped down his prick into her hand, on her knuckles, as Sue fucked his cock with her tiny fist.