My new leggings are soaking wet from my squirting orgasm!

As I opened Vimeo, I found myself irresistibly drawn to the saucy title “My new leggings are soaking wet from my squirting orgasm!”. My mouse cursor hovering over the play button almost had a mind of its own as I clicked. Before my eyes could process, the screen filled with a tantalizing treat.

A petite blonde teen came into focus, her perky tits barely contained within a snug tank top. Her slim figure was hugged by shiny black yoga pants that left little to the imagination. The camera panned over her voluptuous curves, coming to rest between her toned thighs. Even through the thin fabric, her swollen pussy lips were clearly defined. She smiled coyly at the camera, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Hi there…” she purred in a saccharine sweet voice. “I just got these new leggings today, and I couldn’t help but notice how…ighty they feel. Are you ready to watch me soak them with my juices?” Her fingertips grazed the stretchy material covering her mound as she bit her plump lower lip.

I felt myself hardening in my jeans as I squirmed in my computer chair, titillated by her tantalizing tease. Reaching down, I unzipped my fly to pull out my thick, throbbing cock. I began stroking it slowly as I watched the blonde minx on the screen.

“Mmmm, feel that, baby?” she cooed as she ran her hands over her bulging pants. “You can see every single bump and fold. It’s like my panties aren’t even there at all.” To make her point, she pushed the crotch to the side, revealing her glistening pink slit.

My mouth watered at the sight, watching her dewy nectar drip down her inner thighs. Slicking my hand with precum leaking from my engorged tip, I resumed pumping my shaft faster in time with her stroking. My breath grew ragged as I worked my beefy rod, transfixed by her erotic ministrations.

“No panties needed,” the goddess confirmed as she inched the material lower. “In fact, they’d just get in the way of what I’m about to do.” With one fluid motion, she peeled her skintight legging’s down bit by bit, revealing first her landing strip, then her bare button, and finally her puffy pink folds dripping arousal.

She lunged two slender fingers between her slick labia, prying open her glistening petals. I could see her pink insides, along with the sheen of ambrosia coating her digits. Bringing the digits to her mouth, she lapped her essence off slowly, moaning at her own sweetness.

“Fuck, I taste so good,” she groaned, eyes practically rolling back in her head from the experience of her own womanly nectar. “Now, are you ready to watch me make a mess of these leggings? I’m going to squirt all over them like a busted faucet for you.”

Biting back a whimper, I picked up the pace as my thick meat throbbed almost painfully in my grip, pre-spurting ropes of molten lava over my fingers. Spreading the slippery fluid down my veiny shaft, I stroked with renewed fervor, wanting nothing more than to feel my heavy balls empty inside her tight, virgin walls.

She smirked at the camera, knowing exactly what she was doing to me as her middle finger focused on her swollen bean. Rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves, she zoned in on the spot she knew would bring her to completion. Grunting, sweat beginning to bead along her hairline, she worked herself into a frenzy – gyrating her shapely hips as she frigged her swollen bud mercilessly.

Suddenly her petite body stiffened as she let out a sharp gasp. Surging forward, she bucked wildly in the air, arches and limbs straining as her orgasm rocked through her center. And then it happened – her supple slit released a gush of sweet girl cream that sprayed against her taut yoga pants, instantly soaking the material.

The fabric clung to her womanly mound like a second skin, her juices darkening the material. She rode her high, shivering and moaning with unfiltered delight as she groped her clothes-covered mound, feeling her own wetness. Her eyes locked onto the camera, pupils blown black with lust.

“F-fuck…” she whimpered breathlessly, cheeks flushed with post-coital bliss. “I…I came so hard, just thoughts of you got me off in my leggings. My leggings…ha…they’re…they’re totally wet now. I did it, baby, I squirted in them just like I said…you made me do this…”

My world went white hot as the most intense climax of my life ripped through my frame. Deep, abyssal groans poured from my opened mouth as thick ropes of cum splattered onto my chest and stomach, soaking my shirt. I shuddered and writhed, wringing every last drop of my seed from my pulsing member as I came harder than I ever had before.

Finally, breathing labored, I slumped back in my chair sweating and exhausted but utterly sated. On the screen, the blonde hottie finally collected herself enough to pull the drenched yoga pants back up, having to peel them from her slick skin. She writhed, pleasurably uncomfortable, relishing the sensation of her own arousal. Smiling one last time, she gave a little wave, blowing a kiss to her unseen audience as the screen faded to black.