She's Full Of Squirt - Scene 3

Karly's got her mouth wrapped around Derrick's cock under the sheets and he just sits there, scrolling through his phone like she's giving him a damn toenail trim. Shit, the guy's practically falling asleep on her. She pulls off him, wipes her chin, tells him flat-out: "I can squirt if you help me." That wakes the bastard up real quick. Derrick grins like a dog who's found a bone twice as big as the one he started with. Next minute Karly's naked on the bed, knees spread, and Derrick's got two thick fingers curling inside her like he's stirring the perfect storm. "Hit that spot right there," he orders, lazy smile on his face. His thumb works her clit in tight, impatient circles. Karly pushes down, grinds against his hand, swearing and shaking. Her breath hitches, then cracks wide open as a hot rush floods around his fingers, soaking the sheets in one sharp, slick wave. Derrick laughs, pulls his hand out dripping, and starts stroking himself with the mess she's made of him. His attention's back where it belongs now. Fuck yeah.