My Free-Use Squirtfest - Nicole Doshi

Nicole gets the door wearing nothing but a smile. Donitello steps inside to grab the keys, trading easy banter about Athens clubs and island beaches. Mid-sentence Charles strolls in, drops trou, and sinks balls-deep into Nicole’s dripping snatch. She keeps chatting like it’s Tuesday while he pumps her hard against the couch. Donitello nods along, spitting out delivery times between strokes. Then Nicole yelps and sprays the cushions—an open faucet of squirt soaking the fabric and Donitello’s sneakers, yet nobody misses a beat. Charles just chuckles, “Should’ve warned you she’s a gusher,” then leans in to kiss her neck while the spray keeps flying. Conversation stays light. The vacation buzz is perfect, even with legs spread and cunt gaping. Nicole arches, Charles slams, they both laugh about sunscreen as another gush paints the floor.