Squirting Lap Dance

Judy Jolie sits in a party hat, eyes shut tight, waiting on whatever’s next. Chloe Cherry slides in from behind, mouth to neck, hot breath in her ear. “Happy birthday, baby.” Judy stays still, lips parting just enough. Chloe grins. “You ready for this?” “Open ‘em.” Judy does. Chloe’s right there in her schoolgirl outfit, legs spread wide across Judy’s lap, short skirt hiked up, bare ass out in the open. White thigh-highs, no panties, clit already pink and wet. “You look insane,” Judy mutters. Chloe laughs low, rolls her hips slow. “Ditch the dinner plan. I figured we’d stay in. I give you a lap dance. Wet one.” Judy’s hands rise up to grip those hips. “Fuck dinner.” Chloe turns around, tosses her hair, shakes her ass right in Judy’s face. Her cheeks spread a little with every move. Judy spreads them farther, thumbs gliding over soft skin until she finds Chloe’s pussy, already slick, folds hot to the touch. Chloe grinds down harder. Juice smears across Judy’s thighs, dampening the denim. Judy rubs slow circles over that swollen clit, fingers slipping inside. Chloe moans, pushes back into the touch, working her own clit harder, knuckles disappearing, thumb slapping with every thrust. Then she breaks. Back arches. A hot spurt leaves Chloe’s cunt and hits Judy’s lap with a wet slap, splashing up onto her shirt. Chloe’s thighs shake, but she doesn’t stop moving. Judy shoves her own pants off. Knees spread. Chloe watches, mouth open, still riding her fingers. Judy fingers herself fast, legs twitching, until her own squirt hits, heavy and hot, spraying across Chloe’s thighs and the floor. Chloe gasps and laughs, wiping her face, already leaning in again. They’re not done. Not even close. This little party’s only getting wetter.