The Squirt Tutor

Madi Collins pulls Kimmy Kimm inside the door. Kimmy's the tutor Madi found online, and Madi’s already lined up a pile of towels on the bed. Kimmy is the kind of tutor you can’t hire just anywhere—she teaches women how to squirt. Madi wants the skill, fast, so she can soak her girlfriend and watch her eyes go wide. Kimmy clocks the hunger on Madi’s face and gives a slow, knowing smile. "Breathe," she says. "I’ll show you every trick I know." They spread the towels, strip bare, skin meeting air. Kimmy fills a basin, dips a cloth, and runs the warm water between Madi’s thighs, slow strokes that make Madi’s breath hitch. Clean, slick, primed. "Watch first," Kimmy says. She lies back, fingers gliding down her own cunt, pressure just right. Her body jerks, then she gushes in pulsing jets that darken the towels beneath her. Madi’s thighs tense, heat pooling low. Kimmy moves behind her student, palm cupping Madi’s mound, guiding her fingers in the same rhythm. "Relax... there." Pressure builds; Madi gasps, then cries out as hot fluid spurts across Kimmy’s wrist. "Good girl," Kimmy murmurs, biting her lip. They trade places again and again, mouths and hands, orgasms rolling over each other. Kimmy’s fingers crook just so, Madi’s back arches, showering the sheets. Madi returns the favor, tongue and knuckles working until Kimmy sprays across her lips. When they finally collapse, the towels are ruined, the air thick with sweat and sex. Madi’s girlfriend won’t know what hit her.