finger reached my hole, and squirm in just up to the first knuckle. I writhed and cooed as I licked and slurped at his tasty prick. He stretched to give himself better vantage, and soon was finger-fucking me with some rigor.

Ready to advance our coupling, I left his slimy, saliva covered prick and repositioned to present myself across the back of his sofa. He popped his finger from my ass and mounted me, angling his nice, upturned cockhead against my anxious, gaping hole. With a simple plunge he was in me up the hilt, my experienced canal easily accommodating his modest girth.

His slim prick was a pleasure to have inside me, gently massaging my interior walls while I squeezed closed my sphincter around his shaft, sending through him shudders of pleasure and excitement.

He was no marathon man, but a good fuck nonetheless, riding me for several minutes before he pulled out and smeared my ass with his cum. He quite gentlemanly turned me over and knelt to suck me off, ensuring that we each enjoyed a satisfying orgasm.

When we were spent, I redressed and headed on my way. I made it back to the party in time to find my drunken friends and assist them in their stumble home. They never even knew I’d left.