squirting compilation: Must-Have Best Orgasms

I still get butterflies thinking about that squirting compilation night with my ex—we’d planned a chill wine-and-pizza date, but halfway through the second glass she gave me that look, you know the one, and we abandoned the couch for the bedroom floor because the bed felt too far. She pushed me back onto the rug, straddled my hips, and started grinding slow at first, her breath hitching in this way that made my hands shake a little as I gripped her thighs. Then she shifted up, braced against my chest, and rode me hard and fast, this wet, messy rhythm that filled the whole room with slick sounds and her soft, broken moans. I remember staring up at her—flushed chest, hair sticking to her forehead—and feeling that first hot gush against my stomach, then another, each one making her whole body tremble and clench around me until I couldn’t think straight. When she finally came, she shook so hard I had to hold her hips steady, and afterward we just lay there in this ridiculous puddle, laughing and catching our breath, her creamy wetness cooling on both of us while she traced lazy circles on my arm and whispered that she’d been thinking about doing that all week.