Squirtmania with Kendra #5
She shoved it in deep, burying it to the hilt until the cold skin hit her swollen G spot, before pulling it nearly all the way out, watching with an intense, exhibitionist thrill as her pink pussy lips tightly gripped the vegetable, trying to hold onto it.
The wet, sloshing sounds of her self-abuse were incredibly loud.
She sped up her hand, her movements turning frantic and crude as the mental image of Jason’s thick, vein mapped cock driving into her mind completely overrode her sanity.
"Fuuuuck, yes," Kendra panted, her chest heaving, her bare tits bouncing wildly up and down with the aggressive rhythm of her hand. She was completely drenched, a total mess of her own slick fluids coating her groin and dripping onto the pavement below the couch.
Driven by a sudden, primitive urge to get even nastier, Kendra flipped over onto her hands and knees. She arched her back deeply, sticking her bare, wet ass high in the air, completely exposing her working pussy to the open sky and the neighbor’s deck behind her.
She reached between her thighs from behind, grabbing the cucumber, and began to slam it in and out of her soaked pussy at a brutal, relentless pace.
Slap. Slap. Sloth.
The sound of the vegetable colliding with her flesh was completely uninhibited.
She was moaning so loud now, her voice carrying across the yard, intentionally trying to make enough noise to draw attention.
She wanted the neighbor to look down and see her little slut ass completely pinned to the couch, fucking herself raw with a garden vegetable.
The sheer, taboo thrill of the exhibitionism was building a massive, unbearable pressure in the bottom of her stomach—that familiar, heavy tidal wave of fluid coiling tightly around her bladder, ready to burst.
"Jason! I’m gonna…oh god, it’s coming!" she screamed out, her internal muscles clamping down around the cucumber with a ferocious, crushing vice grip.
She quickly turned back around, placing the cucumber firmly on the couch cushions and climbing on top of it.
She lowered her bare hips down, riding the rigid vegetable with a desperate, savage hunger, her tits bouncing beautifully under the hot sun.
She couldn't take it anymore; the explosion was right at the surface, her pussy pulsing violently around the green shaft.
She collapsed back onto her side, pulling the cucumber out of her stretching opening, her free hand flying down to aggressively rip at her swollen clit as her body finally prepared to break.
The direct heat of the afternoon sun beat down on Kendra’s glistening skin, matching the absolute fever pitch building in her core.
She lay flat on her back across the outdoor family couch, her knees pulled all the way back to her chest, her bare tits rising and falling with frantic, shallow breaths.
She was entirely unhinged. In her right hand, the large green cucumber was completely soaked, coated in a thick, shiny layer of her own sweet pussy juices that dripped steadily onto the plush fabric below.
With her left hand, her fingers worked her engorged, throbbing clit with a savage, merciless speed. She ground her thumb against the hyper-sensitive bud, her body trembling with a dangerous, electric tension.
The pressure in her lower abdomen was no longer a wave—it was a full on dam about to crack under the weight of a tidal flood. Her internal pussy walls were spasming violently, crying out for the thick, stretching fullness she had just taken out.
"Jason... oh god, Jason," Kendra whined out loud, her voice a raw, breathless sob into the open air.
She didn't care if the sound carried over the fence.
She didn't care if her mom walked out the back door with her laundry basket.
The exhibitionist thrill, combined with the raw, primitive hunger Jason had drilled into her over the weekend, completely broke her sanity.
She couldn't wait another second. Kendra slammed the thick, rigid cucumber back into her soaking wet cunt.
Squuulch.
The wet, heavy friction sound was deafening in the quiet yard.
Her tight walls clamped around the vegetable with a crushing, ferocious vice grip, her internal muscles pulsing frantically against the smooth, cold skin.
She delivered three rapid, brutal thrusts, burying the cucumber as deep as it could humanly go, hitting her swollen G spot with absolute, devastating precision.
It was the final blow. Kendra’s vision fractured into brilliant, blinding white light.
"Ah! Oh god! I’m…I’m squirting!" she screamed to the open sky, her upper body arching completely off the couch cushions, her toes curling tight in the humid air.
Her pussy completely locked down, convulsing with a series of violent, uncontrollable contractions that ripped through her entire lower body.
The dam broke with a torrential, unprecedented force.
A massive, powerful explosion of clear, hot fluid erupted from deep within her center.
It shot out in heavy, pulsing waves, spraying directly past the cucumber, drenching her own thighs, splashing heavily across the outdoor couch cushions, and pouring over the edge to pool on the concrete pavement below.
She had never erupted like this before. The sheer volume of the release was staggeringly crude and beautiful, a literal fountain of her own desire unleashed in the middle of her backyard under the bright sun.
She convulsed over and over again, her body weeping with pleasure, squirting a torrent of hot fluids until her muscles were completely spent, trembling and entirely broken open.
Kendra let out a long, pathetic whine as her legs finally collapsed onto the couch.
She lay completely paralyzed in the afterglow, her chest heaving, her bare tits covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
The cucumber lay loosely beside her bare hip, glistening in the sunlight, surrounded by a massive, dark wet circle on the family furniture.
Her clit was so incredibly sensitive, so wildly engorged, that even the gentle afternoon breeze shifting across her open thighs made her wince with a sharp, delicious ache.
She lay there for a long time, completely exposed to the elements, her old shyness entirely erased by the profound, full body euphoria of the climax.
She felt dirty, shameless, and completely reborn as the monster Jason had created.
Slowly, Kendra reached down and picked up the wet cucumber. A wicked, playful smile broke across her flushed face as she looked at it, completely covered in her own thick, sweet fluids.
She brought the tip to her lips. She didn't hesitate. Kendra slid the green vegetable into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily, tasting the raw, sweet musk of her own dripping pussy. She let out a soft, satisfied hum before taking a sharp, crunchy bite.
Crunch.
"Always eat your veggies," she whispered to herself with a breathless, bratty giggle, swallowing the piece down as she pulled her phone out from under the pillow to text Jason the glorious aftermath.
She lay back down, her bare, glistening pussy still out for the world to see, completely hooked on the nasty, wet path her life had taken. She was no longer the quiet barista. She was Jason's little fountain, and she couldn't wait for him to get home and see the mess she had made for him.
Don't rush.
Enjoy this moment before stepping into another unforgettable fantasy.