She milked him until he couldn't spit anymore cum out. Her hands were so slick with cum and butter that she thought she'd never get it off.

Sue had stopped masturbating Mr. Brown's big cock, but she kept her lathered hands clutched around the massive stalk, and she found that when she squeezed more thick cream would spill out of the beautiful bulb-head.

Mr. Brown was still shaking, still huffing and puffing his passion as he crested with his fabulous climax. Sue had a hunk of cum clinging to her peach cheek-and her tits, in the cleavage, held a puddle of juice.

Her pink panties were creamy and hot. She loved holding the rigid, spitting, throbbing cock. It was such a fantastic new experience for the lovely lass. She had managed to get her panties back in place after Mr. Brown munched her cunny. Now she wished she had them down again, had her fingers in her pussy, because she was hot and ready for more cumming.

She continued to hold the squirting cock. Mr. Brown finally heaved a long, low sigh. Sue felt his prick soften in her hands. She let go.

"That was fabulous, Sue! I'll never forget this night," he whispered.

"I better get to bed now, huh?" she whispered back.

She still eyed his handsome prick, amazed at how thick and round it was, how long.

"I suppose you should go back upstairs, but I really would like to fuck you, Sue," Mr. Brown said blatantly.

"Whew, jeez, I never done-that… and I better not, you know?" Sue cooed, rising from the chair.

She went to the sink and wiped her hands on a hand towel hanging from the wall.

She turned and Mr. Brown had his prick in his hand, slowly stroking it.

"You're not… you're not gonna do that… are you?" she gasped.

"What?"

"You know."

"No, what, Sue?"

"Well, play with it and stuff." "Masturbate it, jerk my prick?" "Yeah, like that… oh, gee, Mr. Brown…oh hey, you shouldn't do that, should you?" "Why not?"