The Freedom To Squirt

Lara locked the door behind them. Sydney turned around and leaned back against the freshly painted wall. Their mouths met before either spoke. Lara slipped a hand under Sydney's skirt and found no underwear waiting. Sydney smiled into the kiss, then moaned when Lara's fingers pushed in without warning. They moved through the empty house toward the bedroom, discarding clothes along the way. By the time they reached the mattress Sydney was already wet down her thighs. Lara pushed her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and sank two fingers deep. She pumped slow at first, then faster, grinding the heel of her palm against Sydney's clit until the younger woman started to shake. When the first gush hit her wrist Lara pulled her fingers out and watched the clear fluid arc across the sheets. She leaned down and licked Sydney through the spasms, catching every fresh pulse with her tongue. Sydney came again, soaking Lara's chin, moaning without holding back. No need to stay quiet anymore. No husband to hide from. Just the two of them, in their own bed, free to leave every wet mark they wanted.