Squirting Stories Volume Two: Mopping Up

Cadence let herself in with the keypad. She was wiping down the counters when Maddy stormed downstairs, barefoot, robe falling open, yelling about the smell of the cleaner. Nothing satisfied her. The chemicals were toxic, the counters dull, the whole place still looked filthy. Cadence stared at her, tired of rich women and their lectures. She’d felt Maddy’s eyes on her the whole time. She stripped off her shirt, shoved her jeans down her thighs, and stood there in her bra and cotton briefs. "You don’t give a fuck about the counters," she said. "You want to fuck the maid." Maddy crossed the room without another word and kissed her—hard, open-mouthed, decisive. Minutes later Maddy was on her knees, robe bunched at her waist, mouth glued to Cadence’s cunt. She sucked the swelling clit like she’d gone days without food. Cadence stripped the silk from her body and pushed the woman onto her back on the kitchen floor, spreading her thighs to taste her—salt and heat, thick enough to coat her tongue. She worked slowly, pressing the flat of her tongue up her lips, then flicked the stiff bud until Maddy twitched and cursed. She climbed onto the dining table, lay back with knees wide, and Maddy crawled between her legs like it was what she’d planned all morning. One long swipe of her tongue sent Cadence arching, thighs flexing, and when the first tremor hit, Maddy stayed latched. Hot, clear liquid splashed across Maddy’s chin and ran in rivulets down the table. Cadence slid forward, grabbed fistfuls of red hair, and dragged the damp strands through the puddle to soak them. She rubbed until Maddy’s scalp was gleaming, strands clinging wet to her cheeks. Maddy climbed onto the table and straddled Cadence’s face, ass rocking above her mouth. Cadence sealed her lips to her cunt and worked her steadily while Maddy ground down harder, riding every stroke. She spun around before Maddy could come, and the two women slid into a tight sixty-nine, legs tangled, breath and spit mixing. Each time one woman sucked, the other moaned against soaked skin. Cadence pulled upright, braced her palms on the wall, and lowered her dripping pussy onto Maddy’s face again. Another rush of squirt gushed out—hot, forceful—and poured straight into Maddy’s hair, turning it dark and heavy. Maddy stayed open for it, licking while the flood rolled down her neck. Finally Cadence dropped back between Maddy’s thighs, fastened on her swollen clit, and worked her through a slow, shaking orgasm. When the last pulse faded she licked the sheen from Maddy’s belly, from her inner thighs, swallowed the taste off her own fingers until nothing glossy remained.