The (squirting) interview

Love a girl who squirts? Makes the whole room smell like you're winning. Melody struts into Lutro's office for her interview and he sits back thinking she's got the right look, but before she bags the gig he's gotta know one damn thing: can this girl soak a set of sheets or not? Her panties hit the floor so fast you'd swear they had wings. On her back, knees wide, he's got two fingers working her pink and his tongue doing laps. Melody grins, arches, reaches down and opens herself wider so he doesn't have to guess a damn thing. Each thick push of his hand and swirl of his tongue pulls slick heat out of her until it gushes, spills over his knuckles, drips on her perfect, shiny folds. She laughs—fucking finally—gets on all fours to suck him nice and messy while her thighs still shake. Yep, Melody can squirt. Job's hers. And she'll be getting a raise the second time she fountains like that.