Soak Me With Your Squirt

Zoey and Noemie meet the camera’s eye with hunger already written on their mouths. Zoey straddles Noemie’s face, knees planted, slick folds dragging over soft lips. She grinds down and the first wet burst leaves Noemie’s chin shining. She doesn’t flinch; she drinks it, tongue pushing deeper. Noemie answers with her own pressure, hands braced on Zoey’s ass, urging another gush. It comes. Hot, sudden, splashing across her cheeks and pooling at the hollow of her throat. They trade places without a word, bodies sliding, Noemie now above, thighs taut, the next spurt painting Zoey’s open mouth. They work fast, hips snapping, each fresh spray coaxed louder than the last until the sheets are soaked and their breath cuts short between every moan.