Damn, that dick looks good...

Once again your gaze drifts down to Sam's pendulous cock. Mmm, the way it bobs ever so slightly with his breathing... "I really-" You are interrupted as Sam suddenly leaps forward. He kisses you, and lets you both fall onto his bed. Buried underneath a warm mountain of hard muscle wrapped in soft skin, his hands on your breasts, his tongue entwining yours, and his hardening dick pressing against you through your pants, you decide to just go with it. He knows that the only way for him to get back at Mandy is to go along with your scheme, you reason. There's no way he'll pass up the opportunity, right?

Part of you resists that notion, but you shove that part aside and instead reciprocate Sam's kiss. You let your hands explore his back, and down to the two pleasingly copious handfuls of his naked ass. Yes, you decide, this is definitely a good plan. Sam, for his part, wastes no time before getting you as naked as he is. With a bit of help from your end, you are soon rid of all your clothes, and all the while your makeout continues passionately. You repeatedly get poked in various spots on your legs and thighs by Sam's now rock-hard rod, and you feel yourself already leaking in anticipation of it.

You do not have to wait long. Sam is at least as eager as you are. He grabs your legs and lifts them onto his shoulders, which leaves his dick pressed right along your slit. "Hey, mister," you say, still catching your breath, "I'm letting you fuck me bare, which I really, REALLY shouldn't be doing in the first place. At least let me pick how." His cock twitches, audibly slapping against your mound on its way down. "I suppose..." He glances down, but then looks back at you. "What do you have in mind?"