dylan had rolled over and watched , an open , friendly face that seemed more wistful than voyeuristic , and as she climbed on mike 's hips , straddling him , she unceremoniously plunged down on his rigid cock , the tip hitting her cervix with a push of pleasure that made it seem as if she had n't just made love with dylan , had n't just come from mike 's mouth and dylan 's cock , had n't just been satisfied and catered to in every way possible .