Megan tilted her hips forward slightly—ass cheeks parting even more—making the stream arc higher, longer, the hiss turning into a deeper, wetter splatter as it hit the growing puddle beneath her. Her round ass flexed again—muscles rippling under soft skin, cheeks bouncing lightly with the effort of holding the squat.
A low, involuntary whimper escaped her throat—barely audible but unmistakable—pleasure mingling with relief as the pressure inside her eased.
The hissing slowed—tapering from a strong jet to a soft, intermittent trickle. A final few drops clung to her puffy lips, sliding slowly down her inner thighs in glistening trails before dripping to the ground. She shivered—full-body—ass cheeks quivering as the last warm trickle ran down her skin.
For a moment, she stayed like that—squatting, exposed, ass thrust out, pussy still dripping, cheeks flushed pink from exertion and embarrassment.
