Emma pulled herself close to Mike. Wrapping herself up behind him she undulated with him in time to the music and inhaled deeply, thoroughly enjoying the way he smelled. It was a mixture of sweat, cologne, and s*x. "You smell so good... Master," she whispered.
One hand reaching behind him, Mike wrapped it around her waist and squeezed her close, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Missy's massive breasts pushing against his chest, while Emma's pushed into his back.
Mixing and matching through the night, the seven of them continued to dance for several hours. As the DJ switched formats from a club mix to something slower, Mike was lead on to the dance floor by Missy.
She pulled him close and laid her head on his shoulder, the slow music washing over them.
"This was nice," she said finall
