The Squirting Contest

Cadence Lux and AJ Applegate sit shoulder-to-shoulder on a wide bed, both already looking like trouble. The camera clicks on, they offer the lens an easy introduction and their cocky game plan: first to fill their clear plastic pitchers wins. Cadence goes first. She peels off what little she’s wearing, leans in and kisses AJ like she’s already forgetting they’re being watched. Flat on her back now, knees open, she gives AJ two slick fingers the run of her cunt. Her body barely has time to tense before the spray starts—quick, hard jets that catch on AJ’s wrist, on the sheet, a few drops catching the jar’s mouth. AJ finds the right angle, curls against the spongy front wall, and Cadence drenches the mattress a second time. They trade places. AJ tugs her dress over her head, plants three fingers deep, and comes wet in seconds—long, shining arcs that darken the duvet. The pitchers get pushed aside. AJ drops to her elbows; Cadence spreads her cheeks and presses her tongue flat against the tight ring. AJ shivers and comes again, open-mouthed, pushing back for more. She returns the favor—stretches out between Cadence’s thighs and devours her, tongue working fast and greedy. Cadence’s hips snap once, twice, and a sudden wash of come floods AJ’s tongue. She keeps lapping, swallows audibly, then drags her mouth over Cadence’s trembling thigh to catch whatever escaped. By the time they’re spent, the sheets are ruined, the air heavy with the scent of sex, and neither woman looks the least bit sorry.