An Education In Squirting - Scene 1

Riley kicks Eliza's dorm door open with attitude. Eliza's buried in notes. "Shop, remember?" "Can't." Riley's mouth twists. "What the hell's worth skipping Louboutins?" "Female ejaculation." Riley's brow hits the ceiling. Girls don't squirt; dicks do. Eliza gives her a wicked smirk. Theory isn't the same as the wet mess that happens when thighs spread. She peels her sweats off. Riley watches, then surges forward. Their tongues slam together, hot and messy. Riley's shirt hits the floor. Eliza shoves her down onto the narrow bed. Lips meet cunts. Fingers twist inside, slick and ungentle. Eliza's back arches. A sharp groan rips out and then she's flooding the sheets, gushing around Riley's knuckles. She catches her breath, eyes narrowed with intent. Riley's turn. Eliza works her open, pumps her deep. Riley's breath shatters. A cry, wet heat splashing over Eliza's hand. They lie tangled in damp cotton, heartbeat to heartbeat.