Millicent goes to work

"I think you should give it your best shot. Mr. Scott can wait," Frank chuckled as Millicent pulled her jacket off and tossed it aside, sliding to her knees and undoing his pants. She cooed as she pulled out his cock, squeezing and stroking it as she looked up at him, letting her warm breath heat it.

"Mmmmm...you're already responding...I told you I was talented," she purred.

"Fuck...you sure are..." he moaned softly as her hot little tongue flickered up and down his shaft, lapping him to hardness as her mischievous eyes teased him.

"That's her ass I'm tasting isn't it?" she said suddenly, wrinkling her nose and giggling. "You coulda washed this bad boy."

"Why bother when I have a slut like you to clean it?"

"I don't like being called a slut, Frank," she said, suddenly stern, then breaking into giggles again. "Says the bitch on her knees sucking off a guy she just met. Gimme this meat!" She engulfed him bobbing her head as she sucked, her hands fondling his balls urgently. She was so skilled that despite how much pussy he'd pounded Frank started to throb with need as she worked on him. He sneered down at her hungrily.

"You have on too many clothes," he growled. She took her mouth off his shaft and looked up at him with a frown.

"Ask properly Frank! You don't get anywhere if you don't ask properly."

"Take your clothes off you teasing slut!" Frank snarled. "Take 'em off before I rip 'em off!"

"That's better!" she giggled. "That's the way to talk to a cocksucking bitch!"