My First Real Wet Orgasm (SQUIRTING)

Years of marriage left Veronica without a single climax. Then her friend sent Vanessa. She walked into the house like she already knew the ending. Vanessa touched her face first. "Trust me." Veronica nodded. The black dress hit the floor next, and Veronica watched heavy breasts sway free. Her own lace slid down without thought. Skin met skin. Vanessa's palms moved slow, down ribs, across hips. One soft stroke turned wet. Fingers found their own rhythm between them. Vanessa dropped to her knees. Her tongue parted Veronica's folds, slow laps turning deeper, and Veronica's hand rose to grip her own breast. When the rush came it opened her wide. Hot liquid rushed across Vanessa's mouth and chin, drenching the sheet beneath. Waves hit again. Vanessa smiled. Then she rose, eyes dark, thighs glistening. "Your turn," she said. Veronica smiled back like a woman waking up for the first time.