When Liza and I get started… stopping is not an option. This time we pushed each other further than ever - tongues, toys, and fingers working nonstop until the bed was soaked. Every moan, every orgasm, every squirt just made us hungrier for more. We kept going again and again - dripping, shaking, laughing, and screaming through wave after wave of messy orgasms. By the end, there wasnt a single dry spot left... just two exhausted girls, covered in our own squirt, smiling because we knew: this was a marathon we both won!