Come again?

That orgasm knocked the wind out of me. I’m lying breathlessly on the floor in front of my little brother, my ass soaked in my own cum. It’s humiliating, he didn’t even touch me, but he somehow made me squirt just be giving me permission! It’s not possible, he’s have had to edge me for hours to make me cum on command like that, but he hasn’t even moved!

Panting heavily, I turn my flushed face to look up at him as he kneels down just outside my puddle. He leans in close, and whispers wickedly, “Betcha liked that, huh? How about a little more?”

I don’t have time to process what he’s saying, was that a threat… or a promise? I can’t decide before he licks his lips and hisses into my ear, “Cum.”

My hips buck into the air. My guts clench. My legs kick and slide across the wet floor. My ass slaps down into the liquid and spasms there. Girl-cum ropes from my just-emptied cunny like I’ve been topped off. I squeal, but without breath it’s more of a whimpering whine. How is this happening to me? I wasn’t even horny again yet, I was still recovering from the last crotch-fountain! Fucking hell, it feels even better than the last one, it’s almost painful squeezing out so much fluid in such a short timeframe.