Maybe

There are an extraordinary number of pillows in this room. Enough to build a mound of them to lean back on and still have enough left over to provide strategic cover. Enough to make me start wondering what we might be able to get away with.

Maybe, if we are very stealthy about it, we might be able to pull your trousers down just enough for me to take you in my mouth without be noticed by anyone at the party going on just outside the door. If we adjust the pillows just so, no one should be able to see the way you entwine your fingers in my hair when I suck my cheeks in and slowly descend on your cock. Maybe we could we could arrange ourselves in such a way that your other hand fondling my ass isn't visible to anyone walking by the window. With enough cover, I can take my time sucking you in long, deep strokes that go all the way to the back of my throat until, if you're very quiet about it, you flood my mouth your cum without attracting the attention of the people just a few short feet down the hall. Maybe when someone finally comes looking for us I can lay back on this pillow here and we can pretend we've only been sitting and talking like this all night long.

Maybe.