Scene Description:
Cytherea jolted awake in a stranger's bed, her bare skin slick and sticky, the sheets beneath her soaked through with her own hot, musky juices. She had no clue how she'd ended up there or what filthy things had gone down, but the wet evidence was impossible to ignore. When Manuel grinned and told her about his special gift—how he'd made her pussy explode and squirt all over him the night before—she laughed it off, insisting she'd never squirted in her life. Now she was aching to make him prove it, desperate to feel that gushing release again.
