Victoria June Squirts All Over Husband and Their Tour Guide

He heard it before he saw it—that sharp gasp cutting through the hotel suite. Victoria's legs were splayed wide across the tour guide's thighs, her cunt stretched around him, and she was coming hard. Thick, clear squirt sprayed in pulsing jets that hit his stomach and chest, ran down his cock, soaked the sheets. Her husband stood at the foot of the bed, gripping himself, eyes fixed on the mess she was making. She looked straight at him and didn't stop. Another gush, louder, wetter, her hips jerking like she couldn't control it. The guide kept thrusting through it, driving it out of her, until her thighs and the man's balls shone with it. The smell of sex hung heavy, sharp and sweet. Victoria's fingers dug into the guide's arms and she moaned like she wanted her husband to watch her fall apart. His breathing went ragged. The mattress creaked under them, springs groaning, sheets ruined, the wet spot spreading fast.