Caught Jerking Off: Girlfriend & Friend Finish Me in Hot Threesome

I was home alone that afternoon, finally. Sofia had said she was going shopping with her friend Carla, so the house was quiet. TV was on low in the background, some dumb reality show, but I wasn’t really watching. My dick was already hard from scrolling through some videos on my phone. Nothing fancy, just needed to bust a quick nut before they got back.
I pulled my shorts down to my thighs, spit on my hand, and started stroking slow. The couch creaked under me. I leaned back, eyes half closed, imagining all kinds of shit. The house smelled like the coffee I’d made earlier, mixed with that faint laundry detergent smell from the clean clothes piled on the armchair.
Then the front door clicked open.
I froze, hand still wrapped around my cock. Footsteps. Two sets. Sofia’s laugh—loud, that bubbly one she does when she’s with Carla.
“Babe? You here?” Sofia called.
Fuck. I yanked my shorts up fast, but my dick was still rock hard, tenting the fabric like crazy. Too late. They walked into the living room and stopped dead.
Sofia’s eyes went wide, then she burst out laughing. Carla, right behind her, covered her mouth but couldn’t hide the grin. Both in tight jeans and tank tops, hair a little messy from the wind outside, shopping bags in hand.
“¡No mames! ¿Estabas pajeándote?” Sofia said, dropping her bag.
Carla giggled harder. “We literally just left twenty minutes ago. Horny much?”
I mumbled something stupid like “I thought you were gone longer,” face burning. My boner wasn’t going down. If anything, having them stare made it twitch.
Sofia stepped closer, smirking. “Poor baby. All worked up and no one to help.”
Carla bit her lip, looking at Sofia like they were sharing a secret. “We could… finish the job for him?”
Sofia raised an eyebrow. “You down?”
Carla shrugged, playful. “Why not? Looks like he needs it.”
Next thing I know, they’re both kneeling between my legs on the living room floor. Sofia tugged my shorts back down, my cock springing free. She wrapped her fingers around it first, stroking slow while looking up at me.
“See? We got you,” she said.
Carla leaned in, hesitant at first, then licked the tip while Sofia held it steady. Their tongues met around the head—wet, warm, sloppy. I groaned loud. The TV droned on, some commercial now, but who cared.
Sofia took me deeper, lips sliding halfway down while Carla sucked on my balls, tongue flicking. Then they switched. Carla’s mouth was tighter, she gagged a little when she tried to deepthroat, eyes watering but she kept going. Sofia laughed softly. “Easy, girl. He’s not going anywhere.”
They worked together like they’d done this before. One stroking the base while the other sucked the head. Spit dripped down my shaft, onto my thighs. Their hair kept falling in their faces; Sofia tucked Carla’s behind her ear, then kissed her quick—hot, unexpected. My dick throbbed harder.
“Goddamn,” I muttered.
Sofia pulled off with a pop. “You like that? Both of us on your cock?”
“Fuck yes.”
Carla grinned, stroking faster. “He’s leaking already.”
They went back at it, double teaming—tongues swirling, lips meeting around me. Sofia deepthroated again, nose to my pubes, holding it while Carla licked the underside. I grabbed the couch cushions, trying not to thrust too hard.
After a few minutes, Sofia stood up, peeled off her tank top and bra. Her tits bounced free—full, dark nipples hard. Carla did the same, smaller but perky. They pressed against me, kissing my neck, my chest.
Sofia whispered, “I want you inside me first.”
She pushed me back, straddled me on the couch. Her jeans were still on, just pulled down enough. No panties. She was soaked. She sank down slow, pussy gripping tight. I groaned into her shoulder.
Carla watched, fingers in her own jeans, rubbing herself. “Fuck her good, babe.”
Sofia rode me hard, ass slapping against my thighs. The couch rocked. Carla leaned in, sucking on Sofia’s tits while she bounced.
Then Carla wanted a turn. Sofia climbed off, cum already glistening on my cock from her. Carla bent over the arm of the couch, jeans around her knees. I slid in easy—she was dripping. Sofia knelt beside us, rubbing Carla’s clit while I fucked her.
“Harder,” Carla moaned. “Pound me.”
I did. Skin slapping loud. Sofia fingered herself watching.
I felt it building fast. “I’m close.”
Sofia grinned. “Cum in her. Fill her up.”
Carla pushed back. “Yes, please. Give it to me.”
I grabbed her hips, thrust deep a few more times, then exploded. Hot spurts inside her pussy, pulsing. She moaned loud, shaking.
I pulled out slow. Cum leaked out, dripping down her thigh. Sofia leaned down quick, licked some off Carla’s leg, then kissed her—sharing the taste.
We all collapsed, breathing heavy. Sofia laughed first. “Well, that was fun.”
Carla wiped her mouth, grinning. “We should catch you more often.”
I just sat there, shorts around my ankles, dick softening. The oven timer beeped from the kitchen—dinner I’d forgotten about.
Sofia stood up, pulled her jeans back into place. “Better check that before we burn the house down.”
Carla giggled, grabbing her top. “Round two later?”
I nodded, still dazed. Best afternoon ever.
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