She's Gonna Burst...!

India Summer tells Kiarra Kai to lose the clothes and get face-down. Kiarra strips slow, cheeks burning pink even though India sees this every day. Naked and nervous, she drops onto the table. India starts working her body and the moment those fingers slide close to the money spot Kiarra twitches like a live wire. India keeps it cool, moving away, but the tension won’t quit so she heads back in. Seconds later Kiarra jerks and a massive jet of girl cum blasts out, soaking towels, table, and India’s hands. Kiarra yelps, horrified, but India just laughs and swipes the juice off her chin. “Don’t sweat it—I like getting wet at home, too.” The sight makes her mouth water, so she asks straight up if she can dive in. Kiarra bites her lip, nods, and India drops between those soaked thighs, licking and sucking like a woman who’s found dessert. Soon Kiarra’s moans turn filthy, body bucking and flooding again. With every gush India’s got her tongue lapping greedily. If she plays it right she’ll turn this shy client into her regular dirty little fountain.