Squirting Stories: Squirters Anonymous

These four total babes—Nicole Doshi, Avery Jane, Eliza Ibarra, Lauren Phillips—got together for Squirters Anonymous. Lauren runs the thing. She kicks it off by telling everyone to stand up and get real. Nicole goes first, cheeks blazing. She tells the circle she soaked her girlfriend’s face mid-69, only for the chick to bolt, calling her a freak. Awkward silence, then Lauren high-fives her and Avery cheers, “Fuck yeah, you queen.” Safe room secured. Avery’s turn: gets horny on the freeway, breaks out a dog-eared bodice-ripper, hits every pothole just right, and suddenly everyone’s copping a facial of the highest-pressure variety. Bus screams, driver blinds the dash cam. Lauren’s laughing so hard she slaps her thigh, Eliza clutches her chest because “same, girl.” Last, Eliza—both palms over her eyes—swears she baptized her cousin’s futon one drunk weekend, then bailed for Mexico. How the hell does she RSVP to the next reunion? Nicole cuffs her shoulder, shrugs with a grin. “Exhibit A through C right here; fuck shame.” Lauren tilts her chin up. “Ladies, we love these leaky cunts, we worship them, so grab whoever’s closest and start proving it.” She steps into the circle first, lips curling into a cocky smirk. Four bodies bunch together, hands everywhere, celebrating every squirter’s right to gush without apology.