Can't squirt, but she can still cum just fine.

Beth worked harder, closing her eyes to try and put herself back in that place, with Tim's fingers instead of her own. It wasn't fair: it was her body, why couldn't she do what he had done?
"Make me squirt, daddy...I want to make a mess for you..." she moaned softly.
She could feel an orgasm coming, but it was the ordinary sort, with shivers and the bucking of her hips, and biting the back of her hand to keep herself quiet. Her fingers were wet and sticky, but there had been no fountain.
Fuck. Beth sat in the afterglow for a minute, contemplating the shame of masturbating in a public bathroom about a dominant man she had just met, and really only being annoyed by the fact that she hadn't been able to make herself squirt.
{if Shame > 83
}I guess I should get back to my workout.
{else
}Maybe I'll have to get some... pointers from Tim. She giggled at the thought. Badddd girl. {endif
}
Beth cleaned herself up, jogged back to her car, and headed home to shower. When she arrived home, the apartment was empty, and a text on her phone let her know that Frank, Brian's boss, had asked him to run a quick errand. Brian would meet her at the planner. She sighed. Of course.
Beth showered, then dressed in khaki shorts that hugged her ass and a modest crop top.