Janice Griffith Squirter

Sun’s out. Janice is already soaked, swaying in black lace while she waits. One little thought of Xander’s cock makes her drip. Then he shows up and it’s no contest. He goes balls-deep, she shoots like a fountain, soaking everything—floor, legs, air. Thirty loud squirts later, she’s still grinning, twitching around that fat dick like it might save the state from another dry spell. Dirty, soaked, and loving every goddamn second of it.