We could hear the footsteps walking past the door as I worked myself up and down his cock, almost letting it slip right out before slamming back down onto it, taking it deep inside my cunt. My ex was on his way out and I went and gave him a hug, continuing to chat with him outside the door, persuading him to have another drink with me before walking home. We heard someone right outside the door, so he slipped my dress back over my breasts, covering them again and I pulled my dress over my ass and thighs, just in case anyone were to intrude on our rendezvous. I exited from the cupboard quietly, heading back to the kitchen for some more champagne. I kissed his neck; right where I knew would make him moan. I ran my hands over his chest and down towards his kilt, feeling his cock growing harder under the tartan. He did not even move. We could hear the footsteps walking past the door as I worked myself up and down his cock, almost letting it slip right out before slamming back
