It happened at a party by chance ... I did n't stand for to be so out of it, but I was amongst mainly strangers and felt a little reckless, doing tequila shots with the outflank of them and flirting with useable men, mingling with everyone. multitude were heading home or crashing in spare bedrooms of the large theater and I was still very lots feel in a party mood.

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 swallow with me before walking house. He was easily persuaded by me in my slightly revealing dress and sipped at champagne cocktails with me. We got on famously as always and I knew I would have to pretend my move sooner rather than later in parliamentary procedure to go home with him ... I continued to make put-on about him using any excuse to wear his kilt ; even a house party and he teased me for wearing a slutty garb. I teased him about being a true Scotsman under his kilt and it was all banter and laughter, although I already had other architectural plan ...

He was on his way to the front line door when I grabbed his script and gazed up at him with inquisitive eyes, imploring him to come closer. He moved towards me and I stood on my tip toes to buss his lips, tasting the champagne on his tongue as well as my own. He pushed me up against the wall behind me, kissing me deeply. There were Sir Thomas More people leaving and our host were saying goodbye at the room access, so we hot footed into the small way under the stair used as a cloakroom or boastfully closet for coats and shoes.

He continued to kiss me in the dark, letting his hands wander over my curve, resting on my hips and cupping my ass. I ran my hands over his chest of drawers and down towards his kilt, feeling his stopcock growing hard under the tartan. There was n't a good deal time for foreplay, as great as his cock would feel in my rima oris ... I slid my underwear off, turning round to let on my bare ass. He gave it a niggling spank and I whispered that I wanted to have him fuck me as people walked past the threshold. His eyes grew wider, possibly showing signs of shock at my drunken fair-mindedness. He told me we should go back to his but I was past the point of no return and knew I had to birth him now ... Tequila makes me foul ...

I bent over, waiting for him to take me from behind but he would n't ... He did not even move. He just smiled his self-satisfied small smile at me, eyes twinkling in the iniquity. He simply sat on the base next to horseshoe and golf night club and I, less than gracefully, moved on top of him, lowering my wet cunt onto his kilt. I kissed his neck ; right where I knew would make him moan. I whispered between kiss, tormenting him, asking him politely `` Please let me fuck you, let me taunt your tool ... please ... I need it ''

I pushed his kilt up to his waist and held his concentrated peter, lowering myself onto it. He gasped, moaning my name softly in my ear. I had to eff him tough and deeply, to let him sense me shake and squirm on top of his cock. I knew people would be looking for us soon or wondering if we had gone home so I took thing into my own bridge player. I rocked my hips back and Forth, gyrating on his cock buried cryptic inside me. He pulled down my apparel to expose my nipples and sucked on them as I rode him. My clit was rubbing up against him intemperately, giving me exactly what I had needed in the number 1 place and my orgasm began to shake through me, as his cock felt my physical structure erupt around it. I moaned in his ear, still gyrating. My whole dead body seemed to resign over him, leaving me breathless.

I moved to get off of him, joking that I had got what I wanted and would leave him heavily in the cupboard. He grabbed me and pulled me back down to him, cupping my ass surd and thrusting up to take on my hips. We could learn the footsteps walking past the door as I worked myself up and down his tool, almost letting it slip right out before slamming back down onto it, taking it deep inside my pussy. I felt my pussy massage that beautiful prick as I still felt the last remainder of my own orgasm run through me. I could feel my pussy pulse in metre with his thrust. I had been riding him, but now he was the one pounding into me, grabbing at me, spreading my ass with his medal, holding me wide open to him and forcing me down on his cock.

His thrusting came short and faster as his orgasm approached, moaning into my back talk as I kissed him. I kept bouncing on his cock as we heard voices near the room access. He was so close when we heard a vocalisation ask another somebody of our whereabouts and my twat gripped onto his tool as it spurted cum deep inside my pussycat. I kept riding his cock slowly and he kissed me. Those deep gasping for hint candy kiss, clutching at my mouth, in the absence of his usual moans as his cock released inside me.

We heard someone right outside the threshold, so he slipped my dress back over my bosom, covering them again and I pulled my dress over my ass and thighs, just in slip anyone were to intrude on our tryst. I held him in my twat for a import whilst we waited to see if the coast was clear. I lifted myself off him, feeling his softening putz coast out of my sopping wet puss. I pulled his kilt down over him and put my underwear back on, feeling his cum deposited deep inside me. I exited from the cupboard quietly, heading back to the kitchen for some Sir Thomas More Champagne-Ardenne. I left him on the level breathing quickly in the shadow, as I stumbled out of our den of drunken desire and realised that I was intoxicated by the sex as well as champagne and tequila ...