Add Some Motion to Your Ocean (Liberator Scoop Rocker Review)

My review of the Scoop Rocker by Liberator

It was either going to be the best sex I’ve had in a while, or it was just going to make me too dizzy.

I still fuck on my mattress sometimes. But only when I’m feeling lazy.

When I’m really looking for a good time, I go for the sex furniture.

I’ve got this big round armchair that happens to be perfect for bouncing on a dick.

I’ve got a curvy sex chair that somehow makes all the penetration deeper and every position more pleasurable.

And when I do decide to stay in bed, I’ve got a ramp, wedge, and a very humpable pillow that are all so fun they make me forget I’m fucking on a memory foam mattress.

Before I got all these, I really didn’t think they’d make much of a difference. But they absolutely do.

Sex furniture just makes everything more playful, more comfortable, and more pleasurable. So, I’m always down to try some more.

The Scoop Rocker made me kind of nervous, though.

Don’t get me wrong. It looked like a whole lot of fun. And everything I’ve tried by Liberator has been amazing - or downright essential.

But it’s also wobbly.

Which is the point. It’s a scoop. It’s a rocker. It’s gonna wobble.

I’m a bit of a klutz, though. So I get nervous whenever I don’t feel steady and stable.

I also know that adding extra motion is how you can get a whole lot more bang out of your, uh, bang. So, there’s no way I couldn’t at least give it a shot.

As long as I managed to get my sea legs fast enough, it could end up being the most fun I’ve had since getting my pussy eaten on the sex chair.

Ride the Sex Seesaw

If you’ve already used Liberator wedges and furniture, you’ve got a good idea of how the Scoop Rocker is built.

It’s made of remarkably sturdy foam that’s very lightweight and breezy to move around.

The whole thing is encased in a soft microfiber cover that feels great against your bare skin. It’s water-resistant, which is really handy given the kinds of shenanigans you’ll be doing on this thing. And it’s zippered in place, so it’s easy to remove and wash.

It comes with four velcro cuffs, too. They’re super easy to place and remove, but stay on remarkably well when your wrists or ankles are tugging against them.

There are basically two ways to use it.

You can have the flat side up so the scoop rocks you back and forth while you’re getting fucked.

Or you can flip it over and turn it into a big hump that you can get humped on.

Technically, I guess there’s a third way. The handy sex positions guide that Liberator includes in the box shows one where the Scoop is pointed upright, and you sort of fold yourself over it to get fucked from behind.

And I’m sure that’s a whole lot of fun for girls who have long legs, strong calves, and bodies that don’t hurt more often than not. But I’m not even going to attempt that one.

The other ones were fair game, though. So, I recruited Mr. Austin and asked him to do me on the Scoop in every way he could think to do it.

I know what you’re thinking. That’s just asking for a facefucking.

But I happened to be married to a gentleman, so he didn’t stick his cock in my mouth - well, not right away.

Instead, he had me lie on the Scoop. He slipped a blindfold over my eyes, then I felt him fasten the straps around my wrists and ankles.

That was enough to help me get calm and turned on. Because the blindfold made the gentle rocking feel a bit more intense, but being strapped down to the Scoop meant I didn’t have to worry about losing my balance.

And I forgot all about that when I heard one of my favorite sounds in the world - the buzzing of my Magic Wand vibrator.

He ran it along my body, tracing it across my exposed skin. I gasped when I felt it reach my nipples, and he must’ve noticed because he spent a while teasing my tits.

When the wand made its way down to my underwear, I was too horny to stay still. I couldn’t keep myself from grinding against it. And the harder my hips went, the more I felt the Scoop swaying. I almost giggled when I realized it was kind of like being on top of a sex seesaw, but I managed to hold it back.

Mr. Austin pulled my underwear aside and pressed the vibrator directly against my pussy. “You’re so fucking desperate,” he said with a smug tone in his voice - which only made me want it more.

He edged me a few times - getting me close to coming but pulling back before I could actually hit a climax. It was frustrating and arousing, and squirming against the straps made it so much more satisfying.

He was right, though. I was getting really desperate. I started softly begging him to fuck me.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” he asked. “Do you think you deserve to come?”

And look, I know that might sound a bit rude. But it really works for me and he’s game to indulge all my subby little kinks. So I nodded, bit my lip, and tried to look like I really meant it.

He undid the straps and told me to get on my hands and knees. I shifted and assumed the position. The rocking motions were subtle enough that I still felt nice and steady even though I was on all fours.

I felt his hand on my chin. “Do you really want to get fucked right away?” he asked. “Or are you going to be a good, patient girl?”

I was too horny to think straight and get the words out. All I could do was nod and hope he was going to put his cock in me - anywhere in me.

I heard him undo his zipper and rest his hand on the back of my head. I opened my mouth for him and the head of his cock grazed my lips.

Then I felt his hands on my shoulders, nudging them a bit. It took me a moment before I realized what he was doing. Instead of fucking my mouth, he was standing still and letting me sway on the Scoop.

“There’s a good girl,” he said. Which is exactly what I want to hear when his dick is between my lips. Normally, I have to do more than just kneel there to earn that kind of praise. But being on the Scoop meant he could just use me like a cocksucking rocking horse.

And as much fun as that was, he knows I’ve got my limits. I don’t have the kind of jaw that can handle an endless facefucking. So after playing with me for a bit, he gave my mouth a break.

He undid the wrist straps and told me to put my head down.

So there I was, ass in the air and waiting for him to do whatever he was planning to do to me.

He started by pulling my underwear down and rubbing my ass. His fingers played with my pussy, but I knew he was getting a good look at me in a very compromising position. Which isn’t the kind of thing that would excite everyone, but sure as hell was working for me.

Next, I felt his tongue. His hands were on my thighs, his face was buried in me, and I could feel myself tipping back into him. I gripped the soft edges of the Scoop while I was getting close, and didn’t let go while I felt my legs shaking from the orgasm.

He gave me a few moments to catch my breath. Then I felt him gently pulling my hips to adjust my position and sliding his stiff cock into me.

It felt incredible, but in that familiar husband dick kind of way.

But once he started thrusting, all that familiarity was gone.

It’s the same exact dick that’s been fucking me for years, but the motions were different - in a very good way. The rocking made the thrusting incredibly smooth. And the rhythm was nice and steady, which is tough to pull off when you’re relying on your own muscles to do all the work.

Then he picked up the speed and I really felt what this Scoop could do.

I don’t think he was even using much energy, but it felt like he was giving me everything he’s got. The motions weren’t subtle at all anymore. And every time my body rocked back against his, it felt like I was being pounded by a fleshy piston.

The wedges and the sex chair all help make the penetration feel really deep. But the Scoop also made it feel hard and intense.

The position, the motion, the way our bodies met - all of it was creating this deep and powerful thrusting that made me feel like my eyes were going to roll in the back of my head. I couldn’t do anything but moan, shout, and just take it.

The only thought I could manage was that it really felt like he was fucking my brains out.

I think he could’ve gone forever - especially with the Scoop doing so much of the work. But I eventually had to tell him to stop.

I had come too hard, too many times, and I just couldn’t take any more.

He pulled out, undid the straps, and I collapsed on top of the Scoop.

I was exhausted, spent, and wished I could rock myself to sleep on top of it.

But I’m a classy lady - sort of, kind of. So, I got myself up and got ready for bed. Because that’s still the best place for me to sleep - even though it’s definitely not my favorite place to fuck anymore.

Rock Your World

If you’ve read this far I don’t think I really need to say any more.

The Scoop Rocker is fun as hell - it’s like grown-up playground equipment.

It’s also a great way to enjoy a lot of intense fucking - without using pornstar levels of energy to achieve it.

The restraints are fantastic, too. It’s a simple and convenient way to add some light bondage, which is a very nice touch.

I still haven’t used it every way I want to.

I have a hunch that it would make face down, ass up anal more comfortable. And anything that can improve the best backdoor position is worth trying.

And I think that flipping it over and getting prone boned on the hump would be fucking incredible. My exact idea of a good time.

But even without that option, I’d still be very impressed. Because rocking into a dick is hella intense - and worth doing over and over again.

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