Waiting for the Taxi

I had my long slinky, form fitting, glittery black dress on. He was in a fine looking suit that made him look so delicious. We were waiting for the taxi to take us to the Interracial Ball. I was getting impatient. He calmed me with his kisses, hugs, caresses .. but the passion ignited, burning a fire that we had to quench. I took his now hard cock into my mouth. He swept me up onto the desk, shoving my dress up to get to my now moist pussy, exploring, tasting me, before standing and shoving his cock into me. We rode the wave of passion that had swept over us, barely getting our clothes off, until we heard the quiet honk of a horn signaling the arrival of our taxi. He had no time to cum. Guess we will need to find somewhere at the Interracial Ball to get him off.