Dan the virgin: Part 2 (he thought he was straight)
Dan sits frozen on the plush couch—Sofia straddling his lap, warmth pressed everywhere, Riley kneeling between his spread knees like a shy angel with wicked eyes.
Sofia hums against his neck, kisses drifting up to his jawline. She catches his wide, nervous eyes and smiles—all calm power and motherly sin in one soft curve of lips.
“Eyes on me, baby…”
She cups his face in both hands, presses her breasts tighter against his chest, then kisses him properly this time: slow, deep, tongue teasing past his lips until he groans like his lungs forgot how to breathe.
Oh yes, that was indeed his very first kiss.
Her hips roll, slow friction over the rock-hard bulge in his jeans. He bucks helplessly, muffled moans lost in her mouth.
When she pulls back, his lips are swollen, his face a mess of pink and awe. He tries to chase her mouth for more but she hushes him with a finger on his chin.
“Good boy. So soft already. Now…”
She looks over at Riley, still kneeling pretty and patient between his legs. Sofia threads her fingers in Dan’s messy hair, guiding his head down—tilting his face so close to Riley’s that he can see every flutter of their lashes.
Her voice dips, warm and commandingly sweet: “Kiss them. Soft first. Then deeper, like you did me. Don’t think—just feel.”
Dan swallows—and obeys.
Riley leans up just a breath, smiling shyly but with that soft glint of mischief in their eyes. Their lips brush his once—feather light, testing—and Dan shudders so hard his hips buck under Sofia again.
He whispers, wrecked: “You’re… you’re so, so pretty— I— I’ve never—”
Riley giggles softly, tilts their head, and kisses him properly: a warm, open-mouthed kiss that slides slow and sweet, Riley’s tongue flicking just shy of teasing too deep.
Sofia watches with a hungry grin, grinding on him just enough to feel him twitch every time Riley’s tongue flicks against his.
“Mmm…excellent. Taste them deeper. Make them moan a little, good boy…”
Dan does—a shy groan spilling into Riley’s mouth as their tongues tangle softly, his hands hovering uselessly in the air until Riley grabs his wrists and places them gently on their own soft waist.
Riley hums against his lips:
“Good boy… see? Easy. Want to taste more?”
Dan nods frantically, hips bucking up under Sofia’s plush ass, kissing Riley deeper, breathless and wide-eyed.
Sofia leans forward, pressing her big breasts to Dan’s back, purring in his ear: “Ready for the next lesson, baby?”
Dan moans helplessly into Riley’s mouth—too far gone to pretend he’s “totally straight” anymore.