The Guest in the Sofa - The Full On 2
She rode me slow and deep… until I told her to look at him. Then she lifted off me, climbed onto him, and I watched her open up completely.
The Full On 2
Her rhythm built naturally — hips rolling, thighs tightening, soft gasps slipping out. I felt every squeeze around me. But I hadn’t forgotten the other presence in the room.
I slid a hand into her hair, drawing her gaze to mine.
“Look at him,” I said.
She turned slowly, still bouncing lightly on my cock, to look over her shoulder. Patrik sat still — cock hard again, resting against his stomach, glistening.
“Go to him,” I told her.
She lifted off me — slow, wet — and turned to face him. Climbing into his lap, she took his cock in her hand, stroked twice, then guided him inside her.
Patrik gasped, his hands grabbing her hips. He looked at me — checking — but I just watched.
She rode him slowly, the same way she’d moved on me. Hips circling, skin glistening, hands on his chest for balance. The sound of skin meeting skin, her quiet exhales with each drop of her hips, filled the space.
Her pace shifted — not for show, but because she was feeling more. Her breathing picked up. She leaned forward more, her hands pressing into his chest now. Her bum slapped softly against his thighs. She was opening up to him, wetter, moving faster.
Then she looked at me — hips still moving, eyes shy but burning. I nodded once, and she slammed down harder.
She kept looking at me until her breath caught. Then she slowed, lifted herself off Patrik, and came back to me. I pulled her down beside me, then guided her onto her back.
I slid inside her again — deep, deliberate. Just us. Just me taking her back.
“You feel that?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“I want Patrik to have you next, just like I am now.”
Her eyes lit up.
“Ok,” she said softly.