He wanted to make love to her for as long as he could, enjoying her pussy, the wetness of her flesh, and the press of her breasts against his chest an...d he slid in and out. Each movement fanned the fire of want in his belly and he loved every minute, denying himself orgasm so he could experience her. She whimpered softly against him, nuzzling his neck softly, wrapping her arms and legs around him, pulling her wet, tangled hair from her face. He looked deep into her eyes and felt the surge. “My dog seems to have taken a fancy to yours! What’s her name?” the guy said.“Sasha, though she’s not mine. I’m just her dog walker. I’m Emma,” she said, extending the hand not holding the leash. The guy took it and shook.“Hi, I’m Brent.”Brent was Emma’s height, looked to be in his late twenties, and was somewhat plain but otherwise good looking. Not overly rugged, but fit. He had glasses and short brown hair. Oh, and a wedding ring, she noted.“So what’s this little guy’s name?” Emma said,. She was clearly as keen as I was to get started.She closed the window to leave just a crack for ventilation, and shut the curtains tightly for warmth and privacy. She put the milk on the tiled windowsill between the glass and the curtains to keep it cold.Then we piled all our belongings on her desk, along with the two chairs, which left just enough room for the mattress to come off the bed onto the floor."The bed squeaks quite enough with just me in it, so I'm not taking any chances - not that. Cindy pulled off from my lap and quickly pirouetted in front of me to face me, my stiff cock totally exposed and hanging down between my legs. She grabbed some napkins from the table and quickly wiped me clean, even as the remnants of my explosion dripped from my manhood.The musty smell of sex filled the small darkened part of the club. I just knew we were busted. I watched as Cindy wiped herself clean, her back to the dance floor.We had just finished up our little-unexpected lusciousness when.