My Squirting Girlfriend

Naomi Woods is stretched out in bed, book open but her mind wandering. She wonders what Dillion's up to, so she gets her ass up to look. Outside in the backyard, Dillion's watering plants in the blazing sun. Heat builds and she turns the hose on herself—white shirt instantly clings, tight shorts soaked, the fabric turning see-through like they weren't trying to hide anything. Naomi finds her dripping, nipples poking like they're begging to be noticed. She calls Dillion inside and the second that door shuts their mouths are locked, clothes yanked down, both of them acting like they haven't fucked in weeks. Dillion spins and grinds her bare ass against Naomi's slit, teasing. Naomi flips it fast—grabs Dillion's cunt, rubs that clit in slow circles, slick and getting slicker. Dillion answers with a deep tongue kiss, practically shoving down Naomi's throat. Naomi drops to those hard nipples, sucks and bites, greedy, and Dillion just moans louder, hips rocking for more. When Dillion demands Naomi climb up and ride her face, she drops onto Dillion's mouth without hesitation. She's dripping all over, pussy sliding and gliding over tongue and chin, grinding until she cums hard, soaking Dillion completely. Naomi flips off and keeps going—she wants her taste too, and Dillion explodes, squirting across Naomi's mouth, lips, cheeks, not holding back a drop.