Soak Me With Squirt

Kimmy Kimm scrolls the app like a woman possessed, then hits send. Two strangers show up fifteen minutes later—Adira Allure and Lucy Lotus, legs long, eyes already half-lidded. She doesn’t bother with introductions. She shoves them onto her bed, spreads them wide, and goes in fast: tongue flattening against soaked pussy lips, fingers sinking deep and curling like she’s hunting treasure inside them. Every moan spurs her harder; she sucks, she laps, she scissors two knuckles until both women are grinding down on her face and cursing. The second they reach the edge, Kimmy pulls back just enough to catch it all—Adira and Lucy explode together, clear jets painting Kimmy’s cheeks, her tits, drenching the sheets in slick, hot streams. But they’re nowhere near finished. They flip her, pin her, and take turns riding her mouth while the other fists the sheets and lets go again and again, each fresh squirt soaking deeper into Kimmy’s skin until she’s glistening, dripping, marked from collarbone to cunt.