Squirt Machina – Why make dew when you can make it rain by Ramona James
'Here it comes!' she gasped, and tipped her hips backwards. A little spurt of clear fluid emerged from under her fingers, then a huge jet that splashed onto my chest, soaking my hair. Another, just as copious, saturated my stomach, running off onto the carpet, followed by smaller spurts that gradually died away as her climax ebbed. It took me all my self-control not to come myself at the feeling and sight of her hot fluids drenching me. Janet was panting, her mouth opens wide, her eyes flashing, her body glistening with perspiration. I massaged her liquids into my chest and grinned at her. 'More!'
Book Length: Novella - 60-150 Pages