The Guest on the Sofa - The Full On
On her knees between us, her mouth moved from one to the other — all under my hand. Then I pulled her up, kissed her hard… and had her straddle me.
The Full On
Her mouth worked up and down on Patrik — slow, focused, obedient — and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My hand stayed on her back, then moved lower to her hips, squeezing gently as she leaned over him. I could feel the heat coming off her.
Without needing a signal, she moved — sliding onto her knees between us, perfectly balanced. She looked up for a second, then reached for me. She took me into her mouth — warm, wet, perfect — while her left hand kept stroking Patrik’s cock.
That first moment — feeling her lips around me right after watching her suck him — sent a charge straight through me. She switched again, mouth back on him, hand stroking me. Then back to me — her tongue sliding along the underside before taking me in fully. I felt every glide of her lips, every change in rhythm.
She kept going — switching between us effortlessly, serving us both but doing it for me. My hand rested on the back of her head, not pushing, just keeping connection. My other hand caressed her waist and hips.
“That’s it,” I murmured. She moaned softly with her mouth full and kept going.
I slid my hand into her hair and guided her up. She let go of Patrik without resistance, her lips wet, eyes dazed with lust, body warm and trembling. I kissed her hard — deep, messy, wet — tasting her, tasting him.
One hand on her ass, the other under her sports bra, gripping her breast. Then I guided her to straddle me.
I helped her take off her shorts and panties. She climbed on without a word, her knees settling either side of my thighs, her bum grinding gently. My cock pressed against her, then slid inside her. Slow. Steady. Inch by inch until she was full of me.
She let out a soft gasp, her hands gripping my shoulders. Her hips began to move, adjusting to the fullness. I could feel every clench, every flicker of her body around mine.
Behind her, Patrik still sat there — silent, hard, watching.
Her eyes stayed on me. Focused. Loving. Everything she was doing — right here, right now — was for me.