My fingers found a hard something, and there it was. I wrapped my fingers around his swollen cock, and drew a deep breath. I started wriggling myself ...down, under the covers."Where are you going?" my friend asked.Trying to cover my nervousness, I got all bossy."Turn over," I told him. He lay on his back, and I was too shy to peer at his stiffness through the streetlight gloaming. I straddled his legs, and put my face down to his groin. Yet again, panic hit. What if he spunked on my. My gloved hand sheathed the pulsing phallus and began to stroke his foreskin back and forth.He placed both hands on my bare buttocks and lifted me off the floor.Holding me close to his body I felt his blood gorged bell end push its way inside my accommodating pussy.As his cock filled my cunt, I began to orgasm instantly.His lips locked on mine as he moved us to the sofa. Guiding us onto the edge of the sofa he laid back as I rode his cock to oblivion.Scoping my tits out of my Basque he began. He is breathing hard, probably drooling out that gag onto the sheets. He is hard as hell right now. Sometimes he gets soft in the middle of it and I have to quick spit in my hand or suck him off a little bit. He tells me that once in awhile it feels too good and he just loses his erection.Once I get it all in, I start rocking my hips back and forth like guys do when they’re fucking me. He is grunting and moaning a little and of course I’m checking in on him to make sure it doesn’t hurt, because. "Can I get my prisoner something to drink?" I look up at him, totally baffled, and say softly, "yes". He pours two glasses of wine and puts the bottle on the end table. He hands me my glass and we clink them together. In my head I'm thinking, "what the hell just happened?" We each take a few sips and then he takes my glass and puts them both on the table. "So... you wanna make out?" he says. He doesn't give me a chance to respond before he's got his mouth on mine and he's kissing me.