Squirting Passion
The power of squirting can really turn a man on. Him and his girl rushed into the small apartment like newlyweds, tearing off their clothing to sedate the hunger their bodies lusted for. This bitch was already soaking wet. Literally. Her hot sex dripped with her sweet juices down along her thigh as they kissed in the desperate passion they had been holding back for the entire day.
Our stud playfully pushed her down to her back on the couch, not even wasting the time to get all the way over to the bedroom. He got down on his knees and ate that shit like it was sunday bbq.
That squirting slut leaned back on the couch and parted her thighs for him even wider. Her eyes followed her love as he leaned down along her knee and a rolling bead of her honey-like nectar that had almost escaped him.
He re-traced the glistening trail all the way up to the drenched lips of her clean-shaven pussy. He parted her folds, teasing along the delicate pink flesh with the very tip of his tongue.
She twitched with a deep gasp, sending her squirt juices pouring out from her womb to soak his face. Just that little tease nearly sent her over the edge in the frustrating excitement that had been building within her for the entire day. She reached down to him, cradling his cheeks in her hands as he drank from her fountain of youth.
Vince could not help himself. He loved the way she freely flowed when her body felt that heated excitement. His mind once again drifted into the heat of pure lust with her musky scent filling his senses into a stimulating overload. His tongue went into a flurry, lapping every drop of her cream that he could get down his throat.
Her body on fire with her juices acting like gasoline to heighten the feelings of pure animalistic heat. She grabbed onto the back of the couch, propping her feet up on the seat to give her lover more room to breath in her nearly drowning fluids.
His fingers slid easily upstream inside her warm depths. There was little friction at all but that did not matter. He knew that just the feelings of being stretched by him were enough to really drive her over the edge. And in almost no time at all, he could hear her deep groans that she insisted on holding back the inevitable as long as she could.
The two, burnt and exhausted lay on the floor in a soaked puddle of their own orgasmic fluids with the musky scent of sex looming so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. They passed out cold, holding one another close with his slowly deflating shaft still imbedded within his rather unique lover.
