Squirting Stories Volume Two: Cheaters Always Squirt

Karla and Sinn are throwing Georgia a dinner since they started their company two years ago. Georgia’s been divorced for just as long. Mid-meal, Sinn heads upstairs to fix some printer jam or whatever, and Georgia corners Karla by the sink. Her hand’s between Karla’s legs before the woman can even drop the plate. Karla swats at her, tries telling her to back off, but Georgia’s already shoving that skirt up and pinning one leg on the counter. Fingers hit her bare pussy and suddenly fluid’s firing out of her like someone popped a champagne bottle. Karla’s gasping, can’t wrap her head around what just happened, but the second round’s already building and she’s gushing again all over Georgia’s hand. She’s begging her to quit, whining about cheating on Sinn, yet her hips keep chasing those fingers. Footsteps downstairs. Georgia pulls back just in time for Sinn to re-enter, but the second they’re alone again Karla ducks under the table. Georgia follows, tugs her panties sideways, and starts flicking her swollen clit like she’s trying to ring a bell. Karla can’t move—she’s locked in this weird mix of shame and getting forced to squirt on command, dripping all over the floor. She hears Sinn’s phone buzz, sees Sinn kneel to inspect the puddle, and then Georgia clamps a palm over her mouth to shut her up. Once Sinn leaves for a mop, Georgia hauls Karla up, drops into a chair and plants that dripping mouth right on her cunt. She keeps her there until she’s shaking hard, soaking Karla’s tongue, and still won’t let her go. Her plan’s to keep milking every last drop out of Karla before Sinn walks back in and busts them.