Wet dreams

Jessica spreads her legs on the bathroom floor, knees bent, nightie pulled up. Aiden kneels beside her and eases her labia apart. The stream comes hard, hot against the tiles, splashing back onto their bare thighs. Jessica gasps; the golden heat keeps pouring out, longer than she thought she could hold. Her breath hitches and her hips jerk like a live wire runs through her clit. Aiden leans in, fingers steady, guiding the flow, eyes wide, biting her lip at the sight. When the last drops hit, Aiden takes Jessica’s hand and moves it between her own legs. Jessica parts her, and the second stream follows right away, splashing across Jessica’s wrist. Aiden’s head drops back; her shoulders shake while the liquid keeps pulsing. Both girls are breathing like they’ve just sprinted, chests heaving, faces flushed. The puddles spread, shiny, warm, and their fingers stay busy, keeping the buzz going, pulling every shiver out of each other until they’re both spent and dripping.