Fantasy Factory 2: Squirting Therapist

Busy day at the Fantasy Factory. Serena's hunched over Alexis, the flawless android, trying to figure out why Mommy slipped out of her vocabulary when it wasn't supposed to. Diagnostics look clean—no error, no code trail—but something feels off. Serena resets her anyway. Safety first. Morgan shows up right on schedule, ready to build her scene. She's glowing talking about the squirt, can’t pick a second girl fast enough. She wants fit, blonde, and stacked. Serena scrolls, and when Alexis’s face pops up Morgan points without hesitation. Serena warns her, “That one doesn’t actually squirt.” Morgan grins—fine, she’ll bring the fountain herself. They block the intro: Adriana as longtime girlfriend, Alexis as the sex therapist busting in to seduce. Adriana’s coded to resist, keep the brakes on until Morgan’s good and impatient. Set’s the usual one—the French wallpaper and white leather, classic touch. Doors open, emerald blouse and tight blue skirt walk in. Dr. Fawx wants the session in the bedroom, right where the action usually goes down. Adriana gripes about only getting fucked on the mattress while Morgan keeps steering the chat toward squirting. The doctor licks her lips, openly salivating, and Adriana clocks the unprofessional vibe straight away, but Morgan insists they keep going. Talking turns to dirty laundry. Adriana admits she loves when Morgan rims her but worries it grosses her girl out. Morgan shuts that down—loves it. They break through. Moment sealed with a kiss, then things get louder. Morgan wants to go down, Adriana balks at the audience. Fawx coaches her past it. Shirts off, skin bared, the couple finally focus. Doctor strips too—huge tits out, nipples tight—and stays on her side like promised. Until the moment her own hand sneaks between her legs. Adriana freezes, then kisses the therapist anyway, eyes blown wide with new freedom. Morgan’s tongue works fast, fucking orgasm after orgasm out of Adriana until the sheets are soaked and Morgan’s lapping it up. Doctor helps, pressing fingers, coaxing more gushes while she humps her thick ass above Adriana’s open mouth and drops her own warm rain. Adriana’s legs shake, another hard squirt rips out while Fawx sucks at her clit like she’s trying to drain her dry. Triple tangle next. Morgan and Adriana licking the doctor in tandem, switching angles, tribbing, squirting all over each other’s cunts until the grinding climaxes spray the therapist full in the face. Morgan’s grabbing both girls, mashing pussies together, making sure every last jet lands exactly where she ordered it—right in Fawx’s open, greedy mouth. Then the code slips. Mommy slips back in. Alexis starts groping them like they’re hers to discipline, and Morgan rides the new wave hard, coming on Adriana’s tongue while calling the android Mommy between gasps. Fist comes next, all knuckles disappearing into Adriana while she tongues Alexis’s ass. Double-team on Morgan—she gets tongue on her clit and pussy juice flooding across her mouth until she can’t breathe, only moan. Curtain drops. Serena might have one hell of a patch waiting when they roll the end credits.