Teach Me How To Squirt: Part Two

Ryan's been watching his wife Gabi get all quiet lately. Shoving those tacos around her plate like they're poison. He's thinking she's gotten body-shy or some shit. Wrong. Stone-cold wrong. He wants to remind her that ass belongs to him exactly how it looks right now. Drags her to the bedroom already half-hard. Only their sheets are fucking soaked. Not just a little wet spot — the whole damn mattress is dripping. Ryan's mind's still trying to catch up when she climbs on the bed, yanks up her dress, grabs his wrist and sinks two fingers right inside her slit. "Just keep rubbing," she tells him. Minute later her pussy starts gushing like somebody left the tap wide open. Clear liquid shooting across his hand, spraying the sheets, splashing onto the floor. Gabi whines, begs him for more pressure on her clit, thighs shaking while she keeps squirting in messy little bursts. The room smells like pure sex. Ryan can't stop grinning. This is his woman — dripping all over him like she was built for it. Once her breath calms she scoots down, wraps those lips around his cock, sucks him sloppy until he's straining, then climbs on top. Sinks down on his dick and soaks him again in seconds, hot liquid splattering every time she bounces. She rides like she's showing off. When he finally pulls out he paints her pretty face with thick ropes, cum sticking to her lashes, dripping down her chin. Her smile says she knew this was coming all along.