.my cock. Oh she was a tuggy, puller, jerking tramp. My dick was so happy.My fingers went exploring her girly private bits, so wet under my spreading ...ingers; fully fleshy and her slit so naturally inviting...an inner warmness that was mentally captivating. I knew where my dick had to get quickly.Faun pushed my head south, way south, past her belly button, over her girly mound, right down between her spread legs. My tongue invited to lick in and around her sweet hole, and then up into her pink. I run my fingers through her course black bush, making my way down. I rub her, get her going before I insert her anything. Our bodies move closer. I move my hand around her, inserting a finger through the back. She pushes me on my back and gets on. She puts me inside her. She begins riding me. She kisses me neck and she slides, easily, up and down my shaft. MY hands roam down her back, tracing her spine, down to her ass. I grab her ass cheeks, squeezing them. I slide a finger down, feeling my. I liked that I still had on the gown and he still had on most of his tux.We did straight missionary position the first time. Don't knock it. It let me look at his face. After we finished undressing, we did a long period of exploration with fingers and tongue. For the next round, I rode cowgirl. I found he liked me wearing stockings and heels in bed. What I liked is the way he played with my ass during a slow ride and with my tits during a faster one.We showered together, though we were too. The chain that kept me captive was connected to the wall. It was attached to some weird mechanism that ran along a metal railing that stood halfway up the wall. I had never seen such a contraption before, but its function was clear. The mechanism ran along the rail, allowing me to move freely around the room while still keeping me chained up. The rail vanished behind the door, no doubt continuing beyond it. Whatever this place was, it was definitely not a good place.That was my final thought.