"Unngggggh! Gonna cum now! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, fuck my pussy, fuck my horny little pussy! Make me cum, Mr. Nelson! Make my pussy cum!"

Nelson started fucking as hard as he could, hammering his huge prick into her slit, the knob penetrating the depths of her womb with eve stroke. The rod had grown as stiff as steel signaling that he was about to flood her with a big, spewing load of cock juice too.

"I'm cumming, Mr. Nelson! Unit, unh, unh, fuck my cunt, fuck my horny cunt! I'm cumming! I'm cccuuuummmiiinnggg!"

Becky's pussy spasmed exquisitely as she came, sucking and gripping his pussy-pounding cock shaft, clinging around every inch of his cock. Nelson grunted on her shoulder, humping as hard as possible, guiding her through the fury of orgasm. At last he grunted and collapsed on top of her, stroking his dick in as deep as it would go.

The second load of cum cream spewed out of his boner tip, cascading torrentially into the depths of Becky's cunt. Becky squealed as she felt the warm, sticky droplets spouting into her, flooding her ravished pussy channel with the salty plentitude of his sperm.

"Oh, keep cumming, Mr. Nelson!" Eagerly the busty teen humped and wriggled beneath him, flexing her fucking muscles, making her narrow, well-reamed pussy suck and grip deliciously around his prick.

At last Nelson's huge prick started to soften inside her. Slowly he pulled out, collapsing on his back beside her on the floor. Becky just lay there and stared at the ceiling, her pussy still tingling and throbbing, feeling the blobs of the grocer's cock sap oozing out of her pussy and running down the insides of her thighs.

Fucking him had made her feel a lot better about a lot of things, but Becky knew she was still facing the same problems she had that morning. How exactly was she going to get a secretarial job at Crenshaw Manufacturing, anyway?