Squirt with Elizabeth

Elizabeth Lawrence fucking loves cock—she's racked up more bedpost notches than she'd admit to any girlfriend. Home alone last week, riding her thick purple toy, she ground down until that perfect angle hit. The second she tipped over the edge, hot, slick juice pulsed out of her in quick, wet bursts. Sprayed the sheets, soaked her thighs, ran in shiny trails down to the mattress. She watched the creamy mess coat her fingers, still twitching, and grinned like she'd cracked the best filthy secret of all.