Did he saw her squirt

The steamy summer sun beat down on her bronzed skin as the nubile young teen stretched out languidly on the worn picnic blanket. Her lithe body glistened with a sheen of perspiration, the wetness making the thin fabric of her tiny cut-off shorts cling to her curves. Casually, she arched her back, the motion pressing her round, pert breasts against the scant fabric of her t-shirt, her stiff nipples clearly visible through the material.

Sitting up, she glanced around furtively, her aquamarine eyes darting back and forth amongst the sparse crowd gathered in the small park. A few office workers trudged by numbly, half-dragging their bodies towards the nearest Starbucks. A group of kids kicked a ratty soccer ball around on the grassy knoll nearby, their laughter rising in tinkling notes. No one paid the teen any mind.

Smiling coyly to herself, she began her naughty game. Reaching out, she lazily picked at the tall blades of grass bordering the blanket, her long fingers moving sensually. Her breathing began to deepen, becoming shallower as she slid her hand slowly down between her thighs, her fingers trailing lightly along the inner seam of her shorts. A visible shiver ran through her body at the light contact, and she bit her plump bottom lip to stifle a soft moan.

The direct press of her hand on her clothed sex made her gasp. She was already hot and bothered, her panties growing damp with her escalating arousal. Boldly, she began rubbing her fingertips in tight circles directly on the sensitive bud of her clit through the fabric. Electric shocks of pleasure zapped through her body, causing her to writhe and buck her hips up to meet the pressure of her hand. Her clit throbbed and swelled under her teasing ministrations.

Suddenly, the scruff of her shorts felt restrictive, chafing on her engorged sex. Without even registering what she was doing, she frantically unbuttoned and shimmied them down her long, toned legs. Now only clad in a tiny blue thong and tight white tank top, she felt exposed yet exhilarated. The sticky hot air against her most intimate areas made her sex clench hungrily and bead with yet more juices.

Spreading her thighs wantonly, she hiked the triangle of her thong to the side, baring her swollen pink lips to the world. Slick and glistening, her puffy folds looked obscenely inviting. The sight of it made her feel so powerfully dirty and wanton. She felt like an animal in heat, desperate to rut and be mounted. She continued to rub her throbbing clit firmly, flicking the sensitive bud with the pad of her finger.

Groaning with wicked glee, she plunged two fingers knuckle-deep into her sopping wet cunt. The walls of her pussy spasmed and fluttered hungrily around the welcome penetration, as if trying to suck her fingers deeper inside. She gave a few slow pumps in and out of her tight channel before zeroing in on that magical spot inside that always made her toes curl with ecstasy. She worked that spot relentlessly, massaging and stroking it with ruthless precision.

Drunk on sensation, the teen began pistoning her fingers in and out of her slick heat faster and faster, grazing her g-spot with each thrust. Her free hand snaked up under her t-shirt to paw sloppily at her generous tits. Pinching and twisting her nipples, she cried out at the brutal stimulation, her hips bucking wildly into her plundering fingers.

She felt her orgasm bearing down on her like a tidal wave. Incoherent mewls spilled from her kiss-swollen lips, practically begging the orgasmic current to break over her. When it crashed through her, it was like a bomb detonating inside her body. Her head snapped back, her spine arching like a bow, toes curled wickedly in her sandals. A broken wail erupted from her throat, and her cunt clamped down crushingly on her pistoning fingers, gushing clear fem-juice down her thighs and all over the picnic blanket.

As she rocked through the aftershocks, she finally came down from her euphoric high just enough to notice the jeering catcalls and wolf-whistles coming from the park-lounging group of office workers. Flushing scarlet with a mix of embarrassment and female pride, she yanked her shorts back up her legs and scampered off blithely towards the street, leaving her drenched lover’s prize behind on the picnic blanket for all to see.