...ndoms 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, eliciting a moan in response. Moving his hand to her hip, Freddie slowly pulled back before thrusting in again.
"Ah, ah, ah, oh! Mmm… mmm… ah! Ah, ah, mmm… ah! Oh, Freddie…" Sam moaned as he moved, her pitch growing higher each time he entered her.
"Ungh… Sam…" Freddie grunted breathlessly in response. Hearing her say his name, mixed with all the other little sighs and moans escaping her mouth as she lay before him, back arched over the footstool, head hanging back and toes curling into the heavy pile of the carpet, Freddie began to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts. As he did, Sam reached one of her hands over he...