My boyfriend told me to keep my legs open on the couch while his friend watched the movie.
We were at his place. Tank top and shorts. No panties. He had me sit between them. Every time a scene slowed he reached over, two fingers sliding in easy, thumb on my clit, working me slow while the film played. His friend kept glancing. Didn’t hide it. Boyfriend didn’t tell him to stop looking.
“You can touch her if you want,” he said during a quiet part. “She’s already wet.”
Friend hesitated. Then his hand replaced my boyfriend’s. Same two fingers. Deeper. I came with my head on my boyfriend’s shoulder, thighs shaking, trying to stay quiet. He kissed my neck and told his friend to keep going until I finished.
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