Squirting Stories: Part One

Adriana's porcelain skin catches the late light, slick with sweat that runs in thin trails down her throat. Megan stares too long. Thirsty, she says. No water yet. Adriana just cracked the studio door open and the bottles aren't here. Megan pushes closer anyway. She leans in, tongue flat against that damp neck, and takes what she wants. Adriana's breath hitches, but she lets it ride, calls the next pose like nothing flipped. Then it happens again, and again. The third time the girl moans like she found god in skin salt. Pants drop. Bare cunt spreads right in front of Adriana's face. "You've tasted pussy juice, right?" No choice left. Adriana tongues the swollen clit and Megan's over-stretched nerves snap; clear squirt jets across Adriana's mouth. She drinks fast, head spinning. Roles flip. Megan buries her own face, tongue working until Adriana breaks too, spray soaking her chin. They don't stop. Knees slide on their own juice. Tongues slurp puddles off the mat, seal over raw lips, spit the taste back and forth. They suck and lick until the floor's a mirror and their bodies give out in one twitching, dripping pile.