I moved my hand on her right boob and caressed it gently, trying to feel her nipples through the material. I wanted to tear off her dress and put my m...outh on her boobs. My fingers moved down over her soft smooth womb and to rest on her belly button, nestling between the folds of her skin. I pressed my finger into the cavity of her belly button and she smiled. She was pressing her body closer to mine. My heart was pounding fast and my dick was really hard and throbbing. She herself take out her. More hands were touching her now, and she was swallowing the cum that was pouring down her throat. Not gagging gave her something to concentrate on other than the pain in her ass at least. Fingers reached down to her pussy and rubbed the wet, swollen folds, finding her clit and twisting it; the pleasure began to help the pain in her ass recede a little more. Another dick was pushed into her mouth and more hands covered her breasts and nipples, she felt a little afraid, wondering how many of. Wow. Incredibly hot to say the least. I really had to make more room for my hard on so I pulled down my zipper. To be honest I wanted to attack her right then and there but she had other plans.Michele grabbed my hands and pulled me off my chair. Remember she had set the mood by turning off the light. All we had was the light from the reception area and a few from desk lamps near by. Michele pushed me up against the wall and began kissing my neck, my ears, my lips, she unbuttoned my shirt. ’ ‘You know the best way to stop sore muscles?’ ‘No.’ Whispering as his head lifted up from the pillow and his mouth took hers in a long gentle kiss. ‘Give them some more exercise!’ Misha gathered her tighter into his body, the soft feel of her breasts, capped by the hard nipples, squished against his chest, his hardness pressed against her pelvis, his leg twinning with hers. The musky scent of last nights sex mingled with her natural smell, and the taste of her early morning mouth as his.