Mom Daughter Squirt Sandwich

Emily's folding laundry when she stops cold. There's a slick patch on a pair of panties she's pulling from the hamper. She tugs out two more pairs and every last one of them is soaked through. Before she can figure it out, her stepmoms walk in—Elexis Monroe and India Summer—and Emily straight-up asks them why their panties are always this wet. They tell her she's eighteen now, and they figure it's time for a talk. Emily sits between them on the bed. They're blunt. The wetness is squirt. They spray it out when they fuck. Emily's eyes get wide, but she leans in, wanting every filthy detail. Instead of explaining it further, they show her. Clothes hit the floor. India spreads, Elexis drops between her thighs, and soon India's cunt sprays a thick arc of clear juice. It splashes Emily's cheek. The shock hits her first, then pure hunger. She wipes her face, licks her fingers, and scrambles forward, ready to get hers next.