Girl Squirt

Riley's fingers are buried deep, pumping steady, then she lets go—Skylar's cunt spasms and sprays across the sheets. The jet splatters Riley's lips, warm and salt-bright. She licks it up while Skylar's hips buck, but they're not finished. They switch. Riley on her back now, knees spread, Skylar's mouth pressed low and hungry, tongue flicking Skylar's own taste off Riley's swollen clit. Short breaths, then long slow licks. Riley grabs a fistful of red hair and grinds down until her own orgasm breaks loose—wet, sudden, every muscle tight. They move again, tangled on their sides, thighs locked, cunts slick against each other. Grinding. Gasping. Skin against skin. Every thrust sends another trickle down the inside of a thigh. One more climax—Riley first, then Skylar, harder, soaking the already ruined linen beneath them. The room smells like sex, sweat, and sweet release.