Coco never thought of herself as anything but straight until a wild night at some college party flipped the whole script. That girl gave her an orgasm so loud she could've sworn her dorm down the hall heard it, and to top it off she let loose her first-ever squirt, something no guy has ever pulled from her. Now she needs answers. Only one way to find out: she drags over her very gay best friend Lauren for a private demonstration. The second Lauren steps inside they’re all over each other like they've waited years for this moment. Hands slip under skirts, tongues battle, clothes hit the floor in a messy pile. Lauren works Coco’s clit in lazy, dirty circles until her thighs start shaking, then drives two fingers up in the come-hither crook that flips the switch. Coco gasps, legs lock, and a clear hot jet blasts across Lauren’s wrist. She moans, surprised, and Lauren just grins, refusing to stop. By the second squirt Coco’s biting the pillow. By the third she’s babbling Lauren’s name like it’s the only word she remembers. When they switch, Coco’s greedy fingers and hungry mouth chase the same wet reaction out of her teacher. Sheets soaked, bodies glistening, they keep going until every doubt is rinsed away in the flood. Coco’s question? Answered.
Coco never thought of herself as anything but straight until a wild night at some college party flipped the whole script. That girl gave her an orgasm so loud she could've sworn her dorm down the hall heard it, and to top it off she let loose her first-ever squirt, something no guy has ever pulled from her. Now she needs answers. Only one way to find out: she drags over her very gay best friend Lauren for a private demonstration. The second Lauren steps inside they’re all over each other like they've waited years for this moment. Hands slip under skirts, tongues battle, clothes hit the floor in a messy pile. Lauren works Coco’s clit in lazy, dirty circles until her thighs start shaking, then drives two fingers up in the come-hither crook that flips the switch. Coco gasps, legs lock, and a clear hot jet blasts across Lauren’s wrist. She moans, surprised, and Lauren just grins, refusing to stop. By the second squirt Coco’s biting the pillow. By the third she’s babbling Lauren’s name like it’s the only word she remembers. When they switch, Coco’s greedy fingers and hungry mouth chase the same wet reaction out of her teacher. Sheets soaked, bodies glistening, they keep going until every doubt is rinsed away in the flood. Coco’s question? Answered.
