Squirting Stories Volume Two: Squirt Bukkake

Natalia Starr can't look away from the screen where girl after girl sprays across the sheets. She laughs, calls bullshit. Never done it, never met anybody who has, so the whole thing must be smoke and mirrors. Zoey keeps insisting it's real, that plenty of girls she knows can do it, maybe even three of them if Natalia wants proof in the flesh. Natalia shrugs, says bring them over, actually sounds kind of hot. Next night the doorbell rings. Zoey leads Luna Star and Lena Paul straight in. No small talk. Luna grabs Lena by the jaw, yanks her top down, mouth already on those heavy tits. Shirts hit the floor. Bras and skirts follow. Four naked women tangle on the rug, fingers working quick between thighs until every pussy's slick and swelling. Lena pulls Natalia onto her back and climbs over, tongue already buried while Natalia dives into the curly hair between Lena's legs. Luna bends Zoey in half and goes hard on her clit, two fingers crooked hard. Zoey jerks and gushes in one wet pulse. Natalia lifts her head, eyes wide. Luna drops her own mouth open and keeps licking, then the girl shudders, blasts a clear shot straight onto Zoey's tongue, Zoey's laugh mixing with the wet sounds. Lena moans against Natalia's cunt, hips shaking. She lets go hard, drenching Natalia's mouth and chin. Before Natalia can wipe her face the others close in tight. Three streams hit her chest, splash her lips, mark her skin like some twisted baptism. Luna presses herself to Natalia's open mouth, keeps flowing while Zoey tongues her to another rush. At the same time Luna leans between Lena's spread legs, eating her thick pussy until it soaks the floor. Natalia lifts up on shaky knees. She works two fingers into Zoey, two more into Lena, slides them fast. Lena and Zoey break together, spraying across the carpet, across Natalia's thighs. Then she's the center of the circle. Three slick bodies lean over her, fingers working harder than her own, mouths open. Natalia rubs herself frantic, voice going hoarse. "Together," she pants. They hold her there, bodies trembling. Natalia comes loud on her fingers, thighs jerking, while the rest of them unload hard, soaking her from throat to knees. She stays on her back, breathing heavy, nipples tight, skin shiny. All doubt's washed clean.