AJ Applegate in 'Squirt'

Roman plows his way into Aj Applegate’s pussy and sets the frame rattling right out the gate. She’s upfront about it: she didn’t know she could come like that until one reckless stroke lit the switch, then the dam burst—literally. “I figured it out the night I got soaked, bedroom rug, mattress, him. Haven’t stopped since,” she smirks. He flips her forward, thumbs her ass open and slides inside that greedy backdoor without missing a beat. With a cock that deep, Aj’s whole body tightens, shivers, then a hot, unmistakable jet shoots out across the sheets. She doesn’t giggle; she challenges it. “That’s the one I like. Big wallop from the bottom of my belly, bangs so loud the neighbors know my name. Keeps hitting when he nails the right spot, drenches everything, easier than breathing.” Roman only grunts, grip firm on her hips, driving every last gush like he’s marking territory.