Happy Squirtday!

Vanessa Sky wakes up early on her birthday, wet between her legs before she even touches herself. She slips two fingers in, finds the right rhythm fast, and lets it build until her thighs shake and hot squirt gushes out over the sheets. The door opens. Pristine steps in without knocking. Vanessa yanks the blanket up, heart pounding, and tries to act normal while her soaked cunt keeps twitching against the mattress. She can smell it on herself—musky, unmistakable. They talk birthdays, weather, nothing important, yet every word stretches thinner. Pristine’s eyes flick to the damp spot spreading, and her lips part, breath catching. Color creeps up her neck. Vanessa swallows, decides fast. She kicks the covers off, spreads her legs again, and nods toward the mess. "Help me finish?" Pristine doesn’t answer with words. She crawls onto the bed, mouth already open, tongue diving straight between Vanessa’s slick folds. Vanessa grabs fistfuls of hair, hips jerking as Pristine sucks her clit and slides two fingers deep, curling hard against that swollen spot. The next climax hits fast—squirting again, soaking Pristine’s chin, dripping down her tits. Neither of them stops.