“Jack, hurry up and get dressed. We’re going to be late for the ball.”

“Oh, Maggie, I can’t help it. I have to watch you getting dressed. You’re so beautiful. So sexy.”

“Watch later. Dress now.”

“I can’t help it, darling. There seems to be some impediment.”

Maggie snorted. “So I see. Maybe I can help you with that. Take off your coat so you don’t get any cum on it.”

They arrived at the ball only a little late. The dance floor was crowded, but Maggie and Jack found a place. They swayed together.

“This is nice,” Jack said.

“Mmm,” Maggie agreed.

“You’re not mad at me for ... earlier?”

“No, Jack. I loved your impediment. So nice and strong and suckable. I love the feel of it in my mouth. I love the powerful pulse and surge of it when you come. So much cum! So good! Mmm.”

“Really and truly?”

“Uh huh. And I can feel you now, your cock, pressing me, wanting me, wanting to be inside me.”

They swayed closer. Closer and closer. It was as if they were the only ones on the dance floor.

“I need you to fuck me now, Jack. I need your cock in my cunt.”

“Right now? Right here?”

“Uh huh.”

Exhibiting at least a touch of decorum, Maggie and Jack hastened from the ballroom, rounded a corner, climbed some stairs, hurried down a long dark hallway, and found a secluded nook. Two seconds later Maggie was bent over a chair, her gown hoisted over her back, Jack’s cock deep inside her cunt.

“Oh Jack,” Maggie moaned. The angle allowed Jack’s cock to press Maggie’s clitoris from the inside.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out, and a moment later she was coming.

Jack groaned as he emptied himself inside her.

They stayed connected, luxuriating in the aftershocks of orgasm.

“This was the best ball ever,” Maggie declared as arm in arm they strolled to the parking lot.

“You don’t mind that some of my cum got on your dress?”

“Ha! I happen to know where I can get plenty more gowns. Your delicious cum isn’t an impediment to my shopping.”