The Valentine's Gift (Squirting)

Catie Parker hands her girlfriend Amia Miley a simple envelope on Valentine’s morning. Inside sits a voucher for a couple’s massage that already has Amia arching a curious brow. They arrive just as the spa door unlocks, stepping into the warmth of oil-scented air and finding Veronica Avluv already waiting in a tight white uniform. Veronica moves with practiced ease, guiding them both onto the wide massage table, her palms slick and sure as they glide over bare skin. Catie and Amia exchange a quick glance, then reach for her. Veronica yields with a soft laugh, letting their fingers tug the uniform away until her breasts, heavy and pale, brush against Amia’s ribs. Moments later Veronica braces above them, thighs trembling, and a sudden rush of clear, sweet liquid spills over Amia’s stomach. Amia gasps, the warmth spreading, while Catie’s hand slips between Veronica’s legs to coax out every last pulse. Yet the afternoon turns on them. The two younger women find themselves flipped onto their backs, legs open, while Veronica’s tongue and fingers work without pause. Each lick draws sharper cries from Catie, each deep thrust of Veronica’s hand wrings another rush from Amia until the sheet beneath them darkens. Veronica keeps them there, hips rolling, mouth greedy, until both girls lie limp and breathless, eyes glassy with the pleasure they thought they were giving instead of receiving.