Unquenchable Thirst

Cadence used to zone out during sex, counting ceiling tiles while bodies moved above her. Aiden changed everything. One night she made Cadence soak the sheets, and nothing's been the same since. Now Cadence hunts for that hot gush every time she fucks, needs the wet slap against skin to push her over. Can't finish without it. Aiden watches the panic building behind Cadence's eyes and offers the fix only she would think of. Squirting on herself. No partner required. Cadence's pupils blow wide. She strips, spreads on the couch, legs shaking already. Aiden guides her fingers, tells her exactly how to rub and bear down until the pressure breaks. Clear liquid sprays hard, coats Cadence's own stomach and tits. Aiden pushes her face down into the mess. 'Taste it.' Cadence licks her own wetness off her skin, swallows greedily, chases another gush right after. She keeps going until her thighs are slick and her stomach is covered, until every orgasm teaches her the same lesson: she carries her own release now. No waiting. No begging. Just her, soaked and shaking, finally in control.