Mess on the Mirror19

You share the apartment with your best friend. One afternoon you hear a muffled moan coming from her room and go check if everything is okay. The bedsheet is completely soaked, almost transparent. The large mirror standing in front of the bed is covered in clear liquid splatters. On the floor there’s a wide puddle spreading toward the door. The air smells strongly of sex and cum. The bathroom door is locked. Behind it you can hear her heavy breathing. “Are you okay?” you ask. Silence. Then her voice, embarrassed: “Don’t come in… I just…” What you don’t know is that your friend, despite being a completely normal, non-slutty girl, has a monstrous ability to squirt. The slightest real stimulation and she erupts. It’s not a fetish she seeks out — it’s just her body. A touch, a fantasy, an ordinary orgasm… and she shoots hard, far, soaking everything. Today it happened again. She tried to relieve herself alone and, as always, lost control. The jet came out powerful, hit the mirror in front of the bed, ran down the wall and formed the big puddle on the floor. The sheet didn’t stand a chance either. She’s still locked in the bathroom, legs trembling, standing in the wet floor, with no idea how to explain the mess to the person she shares the apartment with.