Squirting Stories: Part Three

Briana loves her girl. Cadence keeps her happy, keeps their bed warm, and answers every need. But when they fuck, Cadence soaks the sheets. Warm fluid shoots from her cunt each time Briana works her over, and Briana doesn’t know what to do with that truth. She turns to Abigail, asks her best friend to try Cadence, see if anything’s wrong, and report back. Abigail agrees. She corners Cadence with soft words first, gentle fingers stroking an arm, a thigh, then brushing her lips. Cadence whispers that she never wants to hurt Briana, but her nipples stiffen under the thin tank top and her thighs part when Abigail slides her palm between them. Heat pulses through the denim. Abigail rubs the seam of Cadence’s shorts, presses harder, circles her clit until the fabric darkens with juice. The button pops. Abigail pushes inside, glides two fingers along wet lips, finds the swollen nub, and works it steady. Cadence shudders, hips lifting, breath gone ragged. A sharp cry rips free, her pussy clenches, and clear liquid spurts around Abigail’s knuckles in hot, pulsing waves. Abigail keeps stroking, milking every twitch, every gush, her own thighs pressed tight together at the sight. Cadence collapses, glistening, shaking, the sheets beneath them drenched. Abigail smiles to herself. Sorry, bestie.