No man had ever made me squirt before—but Tom said he’d have me there in under a minute. I laughed, doubtful… until his fingers found that perfect rhythm. The pressure built fast—then I exploded. Again. And again. It poured from me, soaking his hands, the sheets, everything. He watched with a wicked grin as it gushed like a fountain, relentless and raw, my body writhing under the waves of release he pulled from me without mercy.