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The Uber ride back to Gemma’s place was full of filthy, flirty looks and surreptitious touching. Neither of you were drunk enough to just go at each other in the car, but you also were fairly certain the driver knew exactly what was going on back there.

Before leaving you hadn’t gone to find Eric - the plan had been for him to disappear and rejoin his group of pals, and since DeezChains hadn’t come looking for you or Gemma you brushed it off as just another part of the weird night the two of you were on.

Once you were dropped off by the Uber driver in front of Gemma’s place, you ended up making out again as you leaned back against a lamp post and she hungrily pressed against you. Then she dragged you inside, and you were making out in the elevator. Then making out with her pressed against her apartment door.

“How are we doing this?” you asked her between kisses.

“What do you mean?” Gemma asked the same way, barely pausing the makeout.

“Roommates,” you said. Your hands were full of her ass, and she had one hand planted between the two of you on her bulge as she held your head down to hers.

“Fuck ‘em,” Gemma said. “Becca and Charlotte are either out or fucking themselves. Lucy can suck a dick.”

Gemma finally got her key out of her clutch, and you held her by the chest from behind, massaging and squeezing her tits, while she unlocked the door - both of us giggling and trying to muffle our noise. It was probably two in the morning, so it was possible people were asleep.

Once we had the door closed, we could hear that people definitely weren’t asleep.

Moaning and the soft clapping sound of hard fucking was leaking through the apartment, along with the muffled sound of someone talking.

“That’s gotta be Becca and Charlotte,” Gemma whispered.

You pulled her to you and kissed her again, and since you were now in her apartment you didn’t want to wait a moment longer. You pushed her against the wall and dropped to your knees, pulling up her skirt right there in the apartment entryway and pressing your lips between her legs.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Gemma groaned as you drove your tongue into her. You ate her fast and hard, her pussy already wet and willing as her juices got all over your face. Gemma held your hair tightly in her fingers, throwing her head back and moaning. “Yes, John, God. Fuck, you’re so good.”

You brought her close to her release quickly but didn’t push her over the edge. Instead, just as she was starting to quiver and her breath was hitching, you pulled away and stood. You took her chin and cheeks in your hand roughly and kissed her hard while you palmed her cunt with your other hand. She ground on it, trying to get her release as she whimpered into your mouth.

Letting go of her face, you spun her around and slapped her bare ass. Gemma’s butt was fit-thicc; wonderfully juicy without being huge, and it immediately sprouted a soft red handprint from your slap. You’d only intended it to be a tease, but Gemma seemed to think differently - she pushed her ass back and spread her legs, presenting herself to you deliberately.

You buried your nose into her hair, inhaling deeply of her smell, as you quickly undid your belt and shucked your pants and briefs down to your thighs. Your cock had been hard since the club, and it immediately popped up from your pants and wedged between Gemma’s ass cheeks. She waggled her butt enticingly, and you grabbed her pretty blonde hair in your fist and pressed her head to the wall as you fisted your cock in the other hand and got it lined up.

“I fucking love you, Gem,” you said.

“I fucking love you, too,” she grinned at you even as you kept her pinned to the wall.

You thrust forward, burying over half your cock into her hard and fast. She gasped, gulping air, then pushed back against you.

You’d already discussed this - the two of you weren’t making love. This was fucking, and so you fucked. Right there in the vestibule, you started pounding into Gemma’s warm, delicious cunt as her ass slapped against your pelvis. You fucked with quick, deep strokes, both of you grunting from the exertion.

“Yes, John. Fuck me. Fuck me!” She demanded. “God, so good. You fuck me soo fucking good. Claim my fucking cunt, John. Please! Fucking don’t stop. Uuuungh, yesss, so fucking- Yes!”

She came, and you hilted inside of her as she squirmed and bucked in your arms.

Gemma was panting as her pussy loosened its **** grip on your cock. You squeezed her with your arms, hugging her to you as you kissed her cheek and jaw. “I love fucking you,” you told her.

“I love fucking you,” she agreed with a grin.

“Your turn to choose,” you said. “Where are we fucking next? Right here? Living room? Or are we moving to your bedroom?”

“Bedroom,” she said after a moment.

You pulled out of her, both of you groaning a little. “Take off your dress,” you told her. “Right here.”

Gemma gave you a grin and turned, quickly stripping her dress up and over her head, leaving her in only a bra and heels. At your nod, she took off her bra as well revealing those glorious breasts. You couldn’t resist them a moment longer and you picked Gemma up by her ass and crushed her to you, burying your face in her cleavage. She laughed and hugged your head to her while your hands gripped her ass hard.

You slowly lowered her leaving her tits behind and kissing her again, then she kept going down and got on her knees, licking her way up one side of your cock and down the other in a lewd, open-mouthed display. You kept your eyes locked with hers as she then started to make fast and messy love to your cock with her mouth, kneeling naked where any of her roommates might have come out to see her worshipping your cock.

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