I Can't Stop Squirting

Sarah met her childhood friend Chris at a bar for a night out. They caught up over drinks and remembered old times. As they talked, Sarah found herself growing increasingly attracted to him. His rugged features and wiry muscles had always appealed to her but tonight, she could feel herself getting wet just being close to him. When they left the bar, Chris offered to walk her home. They stopped under a street light and Sarah noticed he was hard. She couldn't believe it; this was her best friend. He leaned in and kissed her gently, his hand finding its way up her skirt. She moaned as his fingers brushed against her clit. They continued kissing, their passion growing. Sarah undid Chris's pants and reached in to grab his cock. It was warm and thick in her hand. She stroked him slowly, feeling his need. He pushed He pushed the door open.