Kramer just stared down at her speechlessly. Cheryl quickly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper, roughly yanking his pants and shorts down to his knees. Then her eyes widened in happy surprise as she saw the length and thickness of the man's enormous, cum-clogged pussy-pleaser twitching over his navel.

"Oooooh, Mr. Kramer! You've really got a big one!"

Cheryl eagerly wrapped both hands around the mammoth stalk of fuck-meat, shuddering as she felt her easily aroused pussy creaming heavily in her panties.

She tightened her right hand around the root of his cock, and then she started jacking the stiff pisser rapidly. Up and down her hand stroked, soon moving in a blur, the jacking rhythm making his piss hole open to spit out little droplets of pre-cum. Cheryl lowered her head, lovingly swabbing his spongy prick head, coating the meaty crown with a glistening sheen of spit. Then she started jacking Mr. Kramer's boner harder than ever, still holding his gaze with her wide, baby-blue eyes.

"Is this making you feel different about finding a job for me, Mr. Kramer?"

Kramer moved his lips, but no words came out. Cheryl opened her mouth as wide as she could, plunging her lips on the reddened, oozing cock tip. She thrust the boner as far down her gullet as she could take it, nearly choking herself in her frenzied eagerness to suck in all of his cock meat.

Puckering her cheeks, the busty blonde teenager started a frantic, clinging cock-sucking, contentedly smacking and slurping around the jizz-oozing stiffness of Kramer's fuck-meat.

Kramer moaned, wriggling on the chair, excitedly clutching her head with both hands. Urgently, he started thrusting his hips off the seat, fucking his aching boner in and out between her clasping, sucking lips.