Happy Squirtday!

Vanessa Sky wakes up horny on her birthday and reaches between her legs right away. She rubs her clit in tight circles, gets dripping wet, then slides two fingers inside and pumps hard. Her hips buck when she curls those fingers against her g-spot and the first warm squirt gushes out, soaking her sheets. Then the bedroom door swings open—Pristine Edge strolls in like she owns the place. Vanessa yanks her hand away, clamps her thighs shut, heart hammering. Pristine chatters about birthday plans while Vanessa sits there half-naked, pussy still pulsing and juice cooling on her skin. Pristine catches the scent, the wet spot, the guilty look. "You know I can see everything, right?" Instead of scolding, Pristine bites her lip, nipples poking against her thin top. She steps closer. Vanessa swallows, then grins. "Since we’re being honest… finish me." Pristine yanks the sheet off, spreads Vanessa’s legs, and buries her mouth on that slick clit. She sucks hard, fingers plunging in, curling fast. Vanessa cries out, thighs shaking, and another hot spray drenches Pristine’s wrist. The older woman moans at the taste, strips off her clothes, climbs on top and grinds her own soaked cunt against Vanessa’s. They scissor in a sweaty tangle, slippery thighs sliding together, Vanessa’s next orgasm hitting like a jolt—clear liquid arcing out in pulses and coating Pristine’s abs. Pristine rubs it in, gets even slicker, then pushes Vanessa down and rides her face while squirting herself, soaking Vanessa’s tongue. They swap, share the mess, fingering each other through one final, mutual gush that leaves the mattress dark and dripping.