**Title: Overflowing in the Bedroom**

I never thought I’d be here—on my knees between Susanne’s spread thighs, watching her pussy drip onto the sheets as she writhes under me. But fuck, here we are.

It started with a lazy Sunday morning in bed, the kind where the sheets were still warm and tangled from the night before. Susanne had rolled onto her back, stretching with that sleepy smile of hers, and when her fingers brushed between her legs, I knew where this was going. She was already wet, her scent thick in the air, and when she pulled her hand away, her fingers glistened.

“You’re already this soaked?” I murmured, leaning in to kiss her thigh.

She bit her lip, nodding. “I dreamed about you fucking me last night. Woke up like this.”

I didn’t waste time. I slid my fingers through her folds, groaning at how slick she was, her clit already swollen under my touch. I circled it, slow at first, then faster when her hips bucked. She was panting, her cunt clenching around nothing, and I could see her juices coating my fingers.

That’s when I got the idea.

“I want to see how much more you can take,” I told her, pushing two fingers deep inside. She gasped, her walls fluttering around me, but I didn’t stop. I curled my fingers, rubbing that spot inside her that made her cry out, and added a third.

Her pussy stretched around my fingers, and she moaned, long and loud, her hands fisting the sheets. “Fuck—yes, like that—”

I worked her open, my fingers thrusting in and out, her cunt sucking me in deeper each time. She was so fucking tight, but I could feel her relaxing, her body giving in. I added a fourth finger, and her back arched off the bed, her thighs shaking.

“You gonna let me get my whole hand in there?” I asked, my voice rough.

She whimpered, her pussy pulsing around me, and nodded. “Please—I want it—”

I coated my fingers in her juices, pushing deeper, spreading her wider. Her cunt was like liquid heat, gripping me so fucking tight, and when I finally pressed my thumb in alongside my fingers, she screamed.

“Oh my god—oh fuck—” Her whole body was trembling, her thighs spread wide, and I could see every inch of her stretched open around my hand. I moved slowly, pumping my fingers in and out, feeling her walls ripple and squeeze.

Then I felt it—the sudden gush of wetness as her pussy clenched hard. She gasped, her legs shaking, and a stream of liquid sprayed from her, soaking the sheets beneath us.

“Holy shit,” I groaned. “You just squirted all over my hand.”

She was panting, her face flushed, her pussy still gripping me tightly. “Again,” she begged. “Make me do it again—”

I didn’t hold back. I curled my fingers inside her, thrusting harder now, and within seconds, her body locked up. A second gush sprayed out, her cunt convulsing around me, her moans filling the room.

By the time I pulled my hand away, her thighs were trembling, the bed beneath her soaked, and her pussy was still twitching, swollen and glistening.

“Fuck,” she breathed, collapsing back onto the mattress. “That was insane.”

I licked my fingers clean, savoring her taste. “Next time,” I said, grinning, “we’ll see if you can take both hands.”

She shivered, her eyes dark with hunger. “Deal.”