Squirt For Her

The two of them glistened, water sliding over bare skin like oil. Andi and Cherry. Taut. Breathing hard. They were soaked, nipples stiff, hips twitching. Cherry's cunt dripped—slick and pulsing, ready. Andi reached first, grabbed a fistful of wet hair and dragged their mouths together, tongues clashing, spit mixing with the shower water. Then Andi shoved two fingers straight into Cherry's aching slit, knuckle-deep, no warning, just thrust and curl. Cherry jerked like she'd been hit and moaned loud. Her thighs trembled as liquid gushed down Andi's wrist, hot and sudden. Andi didn't let up—fucked her fast and deep, palm slamming against Cherry's swollen clit each time, wet slapping noises filling the room like drum beats. Cherry clawed at Andi's back, leaving scratches, but she didn't pull away. She spread wider and begged. Andi's other hand slipped between them to find her own cunt, shoving two fingers inside while still finger-fucking Cherry senseless. They stood chest-to-chest now, grinding, water pouring over both of them. Their hips bucked and rolled—slick skin, greedy fingers, and the raw wet slap of cunts taking a hard rhythm they couldn't stop. Andi bit Cherry's lower lip and spat into her mouth. Cherry came again, shaking violently, squirt splashing down both their thighs in heavy streams. Neither spoke. Just teeth, breath, and the sound of two bodies locked in a dirty rhythm they both knew by heart.