Mom Daughter Squirt Sandwich

Emily Willis is folding laundry when she plucks a pair of panties from the hamper and stops. They’re damp. She pulls out another pair, then another, every one of them soaked straight through. Her brow knots in confusion just as Elexis Monroe and India Summer step into the room. Emily lifts the wet evidence and asks them what’s going on. The two older women exchange a look and sit on either side of her on the bed. Calmly, they tell her the panties are wet because they both squirt when they come. She’s eighteen now, they say, and it’s time she learned about it. Curious enough to stay, Emily watches as India lets her clothes drop. Elexis sinks between her thighs, tongue flicking quick and sure. Moments later, India’s hips jerk and a hot, glossy rush spills over the sheets. Emily’s mouth parts, eyes bright, already itching to feel that same rush for herself.