A BIG SQUIRT in your mouth. CAN you with everything?

“Oh…my…GOD,” I gasped, barely able to catch my breath. I had just witnessed something that I never thought possible. My old friend May, whom I hadn’t seen in years, had just subjected me to an utterly outrageous, outlandish, and over-the-top (I can’t emphasize these “O” words enough) spectacle of adult entertainment.

It all started innocently enough when May and I decided to catch up after so long by meeting for coffee and dessert. She was looking absolutely ravishing in a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her voluptuous curves, especially her notably large, rounded behind that strained against the fabric. Her jet black hair cascaded down her slender neck and back in a silky waterfall. I couldn’t help but stare, gawk really, at her striking Asian features – almond-shaped eyes, plump rosy lips, and porcelain skin. I had to admit, she looked even sexier than I remembered.

“What have you been up to all this time, May? I feel like we have so much to catch up on!” I exclaimed, sipping my latte.

May smiled slyly, her eyes twinkling. “Well, let’s just say I’ve discovered some…unique talents and interests lately. But that’s a conversation for another time.” She winked mysteriously. I was intrigued.

The evening wore on as we clinked glasses of wine, sharing funny stories about our old high school days. I was having a laugh-out-loud time reconnecting with her charismatic personality. She was always the wild one, encouraging me to embrace my wilder side. I had certainly tried, but she was the expert.

“So I have to know,” I finally asked, “what’s with this cryptic comment about your new ‘talents’? I’m dying of curiosity, you know.”

May smirked and leaned in closer. “Okay, but you have to promise not to judge. And to keep this between us.” An odd request, but I nodded eagerly, my interest piqued.

She reached into her purse and slowly pulled out a blurry phone video. “Let’s just say I’ve become quite…popular among certain online circles. I’ve been moonlighting as a cam girl, but not your typical one.”

My eyes widened. “Wh-what do you mean? What kind of things do you do?”

She smirked impishly. “Remember how I used to brag about being able to squirt on command? Well, I’ve taken that to a whole new level. Wanna see?”

I bit my lip, heart pounding. I was both exhilarated and intimidated. What manner of wicked debauchery could my sweet, innocent childhood friend be up to? I mean, I was no prude, but…

With trembling hands, May unlocked her phone and passed it over. And that’s when I saw it. May, stark naked except for strappy black stilettos, smiling hypnotically at the camera while she sensually ran her hands along the curves of her ice-cream-scoop breasts, her cute navel button, her lush, shaved glistening pink bobsled run. I was entranced by her smooth caramel skin and bold behavior.

Then she took it to the next level. Crawling towards the camera over her large, juicy, jiggly UFC-style championship ass. She face-planted directly into the viewers’ eyes, her cum dumpster tongue lapping at her slutty Japanese stepsister pussy. She fucked herself with hungry abandon, worthless hamster fists stroking her shaft-straw, plowing that runway radar detector gash (back door entrance crease). I’d never seen anything like it.

Then the big finish. May Maddog squirted with the might of a leaning tower of pussy-Froot-Loop lube that would give Old Faithful a run for its money. Her dyliscious l Doctrine discharge shot out like a foam party fire extinguisher, splattering everywhere, painting a wash-and-wear picture on a Jackson Pollack honeypot masterpiece. I couldn’t believe her tart wickerfluid reserves.

And that’s when I saw May’s other indecent proposal. She caught the speaker spout toilet bowl flow in her mouth and guzzled it like a glass of hazelnut chai latte. Her tongue capacities were unmatched. Oblivion was achieved.

[{equation]{gone_nuts} was the final equation.

I stopped the video, shell-shocked and slack-jawed. “Holy shit, May. I…I didn’t think that was humanly possible.”

She giggled naughtily. “Mmm, that was just the warm-up. I’ve been practicing. I’ve got regulars who pay big money to see me push the limits. They just can go doki-doki for May.”

My mind reeled. In a way, I was proud of her confidence and ability to take charge of her body and sexuality. But a part of me couldn’t help but feel sorry for her generous, traditional parents back home. Whatever happened to the shy bookworm I used to be?

“Good lord, May. Just…be careful, okay? Don’t give them too much. This isn’t your whole life, is it?”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Eh, it’s not like it’s all I do. I’m still planning to finish school and get a real job one day. Being a cam girl pays great for now and it’s fun. Live a little!”

Okay, I couldn’t argue with that. “I guess that’s true. Hey, can I get a signed print of that photo? I have a feeling it’ll be worth a lot one day.”

She laughed and slapped my shoulder playfully. We clinked our wine glasses again and I tried to process the whirlwind of emotions, realizing I’d just witnessed a whole new side of my old friend May.

As we said our goodbyes and hugged, May whispered in my ear, “By the way, I’ve started filming the ‘fill my mouth’ series. Care to be my ultra-creamy special guest star? I bet you can go even harder than that.” She licked her lips suggestively.

I pulled back and looked at her, eyes wide open, mouth agape. The mystery behind her transformation was slowly closing loops…