Sofia looks amazing in the flickering shadows at the back of the limo. We’re on our way home to the mansion. The gala was a great success, even though we spent the whole time answering questions.

The senator had been arrested before we even served dessert. We only heard about it though; he didn’t dare show his face at our gala dinner.

The silver of Sofia’s gown twinkles against the soft light. As we pass under the street lamps, her earrings glint. They’re almost as beautiful as her smile.

She’s sitting between Marco and Franco, leaning against Marco and teasing his ear and neck with her lips and teeth. Franco is stroking her tits, gently easing the strap of her dress off her shoulder, so they pop free. He immediately goes for her nipple.

I watch her rock her head back and gasp, her hand sliding down into Marco’s pants. As she leans back, her legs part just a little. I can’t resist an invitation like that.

I slide forward to my knees and touch her legs softly, savoring her smooth skin through the white stockings. I slide my hands up to the bare skin of her thighs.

She moans, Franco working both breasts now with his hands and tongue. Marco groans as her fingers free his cock from his pants.

I glide my hands down under the dress and grab her ass. She slides forward, opening her legs further for me.

As I slide my lips over her pussy, I can feel she’s already wet. I lap at her clit slowly and gently, hearing her moan. Then, I bring one hand up to slide two fingers into her pussy.

Marco is starting to gasp as she works him with her right hand. Franco is pulling the beautiful dress off both shoulders, kissing her tits and caressing her nipples.

As she rocks under them with pleasure, I lick her clit firmly, pushing my fingers in. I watch her face as I do, my thumb replacing my tongue. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she smiles.

I push harder with my fingers, gasping as she pushes back against me.

I pull my hand out, then slide both along her thighs again. I go deep with my lips and tongue, licking her cunt slowly and gently. She tastes so amazing.

I’m so hard now. I want her badly, but we’re almost home. I draw out the pleasure for me and for her, lapping again at the deep slit, feeling her getting wetter as Franco keeps plays with her tits, and Marco comes, her right hand jerking his cock.

The limo rolls to a stop, and we get out slowly. Sofia walks towards the door with her gown hanging around her waist. Franco had slipped off both shoulder straps while he was eating her tits.

No bra, no panties. The silky white stockings are her only underclothes.

She goes through the door, turning back to make sure we follow. She heads straight for the big lounge room with its comfortable leather couch. She leans down to pull off her stilettos, and I come up behind her, gripping her hips and rubbing my cock against her ass.

She laughs, grinding back against me. Franco walks around us, taking a seat on the lounge in front of her and opening his pants. His cock is throbbing, and Sofia swallows it whole.

I draw the dress up until it’s scrunched around her waist, bearing her ass to the room. The white lace-top stockings look amazing against her white skin, and her pussy is wet, pink and waiting for me.

Marco comes in and sits down next to Franco, watching with a smile.

I drop my pants and grip her hips. I guide my cock into her, and she moans around Franco’s cock, spreading wide for me. I slide into her tight, wet pussy, feeling her hot muscles grip me.

I stroke slowly, then faster and harder, slapping our bodies together. Franco reaches for her head and slams her lips down on his cock. I can tell by his moans he’s coming down her throat.

I grip her ass cheeks and thrust hard and fast. One hand grips her shoulder as I fuck her as hard as I can.

Vivaldi is playing in my head. The entire orchestra is building to a memorable crescendo finish.

With one loud, “Argh!” I get ready for my final deep thrust, shooting a massive load of cum into her as I gasp for breath.

Staggering to the chair, she stands up, steps out of her dress and sits on Marco’s lap. He’s hard and ready to go again as she slides down on to him, grabbing his shoulders and rocking back and forth.

Marco holds her waist, thrusting up hard as she fucks him, grinding herself against him and letting out a string of breathy words that I can’t understand. ‘Oh’ and ‘Yes’ and ‘God’ are said so fast they’re like one word.

Sofia and Marco kiss deeply, and she opens her knees around him. He leans her back, keeping hold of her hips as the angle changes. She starts gasping and making small shocked screams as he gets speed and momentum.

With a jerking, screaming, and thrashing convulsion, Sofia comes hard, gasping against Marco as he pulls her back up.

Sofia climbs off Marco and lies on the lounge, with her feet on his lap, breathing hard. Cock still hard, Marco smiles and takes her feet, rubbing them and her ankles gently.

I get up and stroke her face. She smiles at me, eyes half closed. I tease her mouth with my cock, and her tongue slips out to lick at the head as I rub the end across her lips.

Giggling, she tries to catch it with her tongue and draw it into her mouth.

She grips my cock firmly and guides it into her mouth. I let go and let her slide my cock all the way in. She turns side ways on the lounge to get a better angle, sucking hard on my cock.

Even though I just came, she’s got me rock hard all over again and ready to burst. I brush her hair from her face as she sucks my cock with her sweet, delicate mouth.

I’ve never been so happy in my life.

“I love you, tesoro,” I whisper, my hand stroking her face.