I hear this often. “I can’t squirt.” “I have tried, but I just can’t”.
Well, take a seat, cupcake. Pull those yoga pants to the ground and let Papa determine your definition of “can’t”. A lot of people think squirting is an orgasm. Truth is, it’s not, though they tend to happen the same time, so it seems like it, at least in my experience.
I have made a squirt with no orgasm, I have made an orgasm, with no squirt. Sounds like an early cut of a Dr. Suess book.
I remember the first time I brought this about. I felt the Rocky Theme song should have been playing for me as the gushing started. Hopping around, shadow boxing, in my stars and stripes silk robe.
I wanted to say “High Five. Up Top.”
That might have killed the mood a bit. Whatever.
Still, this is so fucking hot to witness. A woman and a complete loss of body control. I see people yammer on about if it’s piss or not. I don’t really fucking care. Pee is sterile and leaves your body. Seems fair game to me. Whatever, x2. It could be Mountain Dew for all I fucking care.
The hotness is that I made you lose your ability to control yourself. So ease back, spread those beautiful legs, and let Papa run his game on your sensitive little wonderful garden of pleasure.
Now leave the rest up to me.