I hang out with a naughty group of friends

So there I was, hanging out with a group of friends at a party, when I caught the eye of a guy across the room. He was wearing these tight jeans and a tucked-in button-up, looking fine as hell. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants.
After a few drinks, I decided to go for it. I walked over to where he was standing, struck up a conversation, and before I knew it, we were both laughing and flirting. It wasn't long before we found ourselves in the spare bedroom, the door closed and locked.
He pushed me up against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine, his hands roaming my body. I unzipped his jeans and reached in, gripping his throbbing cock. He let out a breathy moan as I stroked him for a few seconds, teasing him.
Before he could say anything, I knelt down in front of him, took him into my mouth, and started bobbing my head. The taste of him, the way he moaned and grabbed at my hair, it was all so hot. I could feel his arousal building up, and just as I picked up the pace, he let out a guttural groan and came in my mouth.
I looked up at him, a smirk on my lips, as I swallowed him down, my cheeks bulging. He pulled me up, kissed me deeply, and we stumbled back into the party, both of us flushed and a little out of breath.
It was a casual, no-strings-attached hookup, and I loved every second of it. The thrill of doing something naughty and leaving no trace is one of life's greatest pleasures