Missa, her name a whisper of lust on every man's lips, is on her knees, her hair a wild mane around her shoulders. She takes the cock in her hand, feeling its weight, its heat, before guiding it to her lips. She kisses the tip, her tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum, before taking it all in, her head moving back and forth, her hand cupping the balls, gently squeezing. She moans around the cock, the vibrations sending shivers down the shaft, as she worships it with her mouth, her tongue, her throat.