...ng the strange flavor of the fluids wetting her folds, wherever she stopped.
Sam was moaning loudly and more frequently by the time she moved his head to her clit. He kissed it lightly and then began licking it with the flat of his tongue. Sam rocked beneath him as he more aggressively attacked the small nub. Sam's moans became shorter and higher until she finally let out a keening cry, becoming still beneath him. Breathless, she sat up and brought his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply and heavily.
"Condom?" she said, pulling back.
"One sec," Freddie replied. He caught his breath and quickly went back to the dining room where he fished through his backpack and retrieved one of the condoms he had brought. Stroking his dick as he walked, he returned to the living room and sat down on the edge of the orange couch where he tore open the packet and unrolled the condom onto himself. Sam beckoned him to her so Freddie dropped to his knees on the carpet and shimmied over, taking her hand in his, their fingers lacing, again. When he was between her legs again, Sam slid forward on the footstool and, with her free hand, took hold of Freddie's cock and guided it slowly into her wet cave.
"Ungh… fuck," Freddie groaned as Sam's warmth enveloped him. When he had fully entered, he reached forward to squeeze Sam's breasts, el...