The First Time I Squirted

Jenna's ass is planted on the couch, heart hammering like she might bolt. Then the knock hits and she nearly face-plants jumping up. Chloe walks in smiling and Jenna’s already buzzed, patting the cushion beside her like “get over here.” First-app-date jitters, but they both feel that spark right away. Small talk flies—fav shows, worst pics they’ve swiped past—then it slams into a silent wall. Chloe eye-fucks the ceiling; Jenna’s brain blank-screens until their stares snap together. She flashes that cocky half-smile and drops it: “Wanna fuck?” Chloe’s answer explodes out, “Fuck yes!” Their mouths crash, hungry and sloppy, tongues chasing each other like they’re racing. Hands strip shirts, mouths lock on nipples—Jenna sucking and nipping at Chloe’s perky tits while Chloe palms Jenna’s heavy ones hard enough to leave prints. Clothes hit the floor, and Jenna straddles Chloe’s thigh, grinding her soaked pussy up and down until she’s wet from hip to knee. Chloe flips her onto her back, yanks Jenna’s panties aside, and dives tongue-first like a thirsty dog at a bowl. Jenna’s clit gets the full treatment—suck, flick, swirl—while her hand keeps Chloe’s face glued to it. They trade spots, sixty-nining hard, but the money shot is Chloe’s surprise eruption the second Jenna nails her G-spot and keeps licking through the spasms. Chloe sprays clear juice across the cushions and Jenna just grins up at her, chin dripping. Not bad for a first date, huh?