Penthouse Squirtmania #6
Kaitlyn didn't waste a single second. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Leah’s gray leggings and dragged them down her legs along with her lace panties, leaving Leah completely naked from the waist down.
She lifted Leah easily, carrying her over to the pristine cream linen sofa and laying her flat on her back.
Kaitlyn grabbed Leah’s ankles, pushing her knees all the way back to her shoulders, folding her completely in half in the center of the couch.
The position stretched Leah’s tight opening completely wide. Her dark pink lips were deeply engorged, glistening with a heavy, thick sheen of clear fluid that was already dripping down into the crack of her ass.
"Look at you," Kaitlyn murmured, her voice thick with awe as she stared down at her. "You are completely flooded before I’ve even touched you. Let’s see if you remember your lessons."
Kaitlyn slid her index and middle fingers straight into Leah’s tight, boiling tunnel.
A loud, wet squish echoed through the quiet lounge as she pushed all the way to the hilt.
Kaitlyn began to pump her fingers in a rapid, relentless rhythm, her hand angling upward to hook firmly against Leah’s G-spot, while her thumb found her swollen clit, grinding against it with an intense, friction heavy pressure.
"Ah! Oh my god, Kaitlyn!" Leah screamed out, her voice rattling off the frosted glass windows.
The internal friction was unhinged. Because Leah was so incredibly turned on, her tight walls were spasming violently around Kaitlyn’s hand, creating a frantic, incredibly loud rhythm of squishing fluids that filled the room.
Every deep, upward stroke was hitting her front wall with merciless accuracy.
Leah didn't panic this time. She remembered the feeling of the fullness, the heavy pressure coiling tightly in the bottom of her stomach, and instead of clamping down, she intentionally pushed out against Kaitlyn’s hand.
"That's it, baby! Push! Drench this couch for me!" Kaitlyn commanded, her pace turning completely savage, her thrusts turning into a relentless blur of raw feminine power.
The final barrier of Leah’s restraint shattered into a million pieces.
Her core locked down around Kaitlyn’s fingers with a crushing, ferocious grip, and a massive, violent torrent of clear, hot fluid erupted from deep within her pussy.
Because of her folded position, the fluid shot out in a powerful, pressurized fountain, a literal wave of squirt spraying heavily across Kaitlyn’s stomach, up her bare chest, and directly onto her face.
The hot, slick floodwaters drenched Kaitlyn’s lips, her chin, and splashed heavily across her eyes, coating her entire face in a glistening sheen of Leah’s raw arousal.
Kaitlyn let out a wild, gasping shout, completely unhinged by the sheer volume and force of the release hitting her face. The intense sensation of Leah’s tight, squirting core violently contracting and pulsing around her fingers completely broke her remaining sanity.
Kaitlyn pulled her wet hand out, stripped off her own gray leggings in one frantic motion, and climbed completely over Leah’s shaking frame. She slammed her own engorged, dripping pussy directly against Leah’s, grinding her swollen clit in a tight, desperate embrace.
"Leah... I’m going! I can't hold it!" Kaitlyn roared, her neck arching completely back as she delivered three final, brutal grinds against Leah’s pelvic bone.
Kaitlyn’s entire body went completely rigid.
With a deep, guttural cry, her core locked down with a crushing grip, and a massive, burning torrent of hot fluid erupted from her pussy, shooting out in violent, rhythmic spurts all over Leah’s stomach and thighs.
The sheer volume of their combined releases filled the space between them, mixing into a slick flood that completely soaked the cream linen cushions of the VIP sofa, turning the expensive furniture into a total, ruined splash zone.
The heavy, rhythmic panting of their breath was the only sound inside the dark lounge.
Kaitlyn remained heavily draped over Leah’s chest, her face glistening with their shared fluids under the dim light.
She lifted her head, a slow, predatory grin spreading across her lips as her tongue darted out to lick the taste of Leah’s squirt off her upper lip.
"God, Leah," Kaitlyn breathed, her voice a low, gravelly rasp of absolute worship as she looked down at her beautiful, flushed face. "We literally ruined the studio's VIP lounge. You are officially the baddest girl in this entire city."
Leah let out a breathy, triumphant laugh, her fingers tangling in Kaitlyn’s messy blonde hair as she pulled her down for a deep, wet kiss. "I told you, Kaitlyn. As long as you keep teaching me like that, I’ll never stop squirting for you."
The corporate spreadsheets and the quiet, lonely apartment were a distant memory now. In the heart of the city, under the cover of darkness and on the ruined fabric of a luxury lounge, Leah had found her true passion—and she was never going back to her old life.
Another page. Another temptation.
That's how these things start, after all.