Squirt with Kat

Picture this. Kat struts onto the set like she fucking owns it. That little smirk? It's pure trouble. She's got her legs cocked open before the camera guy even yells action. Tits out. Holes slick. Her first squirt comes hard and sudden, soaking the guy thrusting between her thighs and drenching the plastic sheet beneath them. He keeps going, grabs her thighs, keeps rubbing straight on that swollen clit. Her whole cunt flexes, shoots again, stronger this time—hits his abs. She laughs, then moans, then floods his balls when he slaps it rough. By the time she gets flipped onto all fours her knees slide on her own juices. But that doesn't stop her. She glances over her shoulder, eggs him on, floods the camera again every time her pussy clamps down on his cock. Scene ends with her on her back, thighs shaking, one more fountain gushing up while she fingers her nipples and basks in the mess she made. Cocky little menace.