SQUIRT

Tarra does not need coaxing. One glance, one touch, and her hips already roll. The redhead uses both hands to spread herself, fingers slick, parting soft lips so nothing hides. She knows every inch and works it without shame, rubbing tight circles over her clit before sliding two fingers inside. The pace quickens. Breath shortens. She reaches for the thick toy, coats it once, then drives it deep until her knuckles meet skin. The first tremors hit hard; her thighs tremble, her stomach tightens, and a clear, sudden rush escapes her. She gasps, surprised by the force of it, yet keeps working the toy through every spurt, riding the wave until she is flushed, wet, and smiling at the mess she has made.