Squirting Stories: Part Three

Cadence's girlfriend worships her. Watches her come hard with that sweet little gush pouring out every time. Briana plays it cool in the moment but something nags at her. She leans on Abigail, her sharp-eyed, bad-idea best friend, and begs her to test it out. Just once. Seduce Cadence. Find out if the girl's broken or gifted. Abigail agrees with a wicked little grin and corners her mark the next afternoon, wine and questions leading to soft reassurances, then fingers skimming exposed skin. Cadence keeps trying to be good, to be loyal, but she's barely wearing anything and Abigail's hand already slides past the denim. Heat radiates through the thin shorts; beneath it Cadence is swollen and dripping. Fingers work in tight circles until the dam breaks and Cadence gushes. The sight lights Abigail up like live voltage. She keeps rubbing, pushing for bigger splashes, hotter spurts. When it's over she leaves with soaked fingertips and the ghost of a smile. Sorry, bestie.