In her.

"Ooooh," Sara moans with half-closed eyes while looking up at you stroking your thick shaft in your hand. She parts her thighs further apart, allowing you a better view of her flushed red snatch while she rubs her clit faster with her thumb.

You hear Alice scream as she reaches another orgasm.

Sara pauses, biting her lower lip, and looks at towards the bedroom door as if expecting someone to burst through. She turns to look at you then at the door and back at you before speaking. "I want you to fuck me," she whispers.

"Are you sure?" you gasp at her request and stop stroking your cock to avoid cumming immediately.

"Yes, I'm fucking drunk and horny," she groans. "God, I need a cock in me!"

"I don't have a condom," you mutter. You know you are both drunk and there will probably be consequences in the morning but right now the both of you just want to get laid after the listening to the arousing orgasmic cries of your roommates.

"I'm on the pill," Sara replies impatiently as she shifts her body to lie properly on the bed and then spreads her legs to entice you.

You excitedly jump on the bed and kneel between her slender thighs. You grab your cock and point its tip at her wet pussy lips but pause to look at her, giving her an opportunity to back out of her decision.

"Dammit, fuck me, Mark," she growls.

"Yes, ma'am!" you cheer and push your cock head into the warm, velvety grip of her snatch.

"Oh yeah," the redhead moans as her pussy hungrily swallows the entire length of your cock. Her lust-filled eyes locks with yours. "Fuck me."

You hover your body over hers as you start with slow strokes. "God, you're beautiful," you mutter.

"Thank you," Sara smiles, her face turning even more red.

You lean down to kiss her but she stops you with her finger on your lips.

"I'm sorry," you apologize, pausing your thrusts, realizing you just crossed the imaginary line.

"It's okay, Mark," she replies. "It's awkward enough my new roommate is fucking me but kissing..."

"... would be too intimate," you finish her sentence. You realize why prostitutes never kiss their clients -- sex could be devoid of any emotional attachments between the partners but the act of kissing is a thing between lovers. You barely know Sara even though you had gone to school with her years ago. "So should I stop?"

"God, no! I still need to cum!" she complains, wrapping her legs around your waist and pulling you in her again.

"Well, so do I," you grin and continue pounding away at her tight pussy. You wish you could last for hours but after sucking on the girls' tits, hearing Alice's orgasmic screams, and you jerking off, you are happy that you last more than a few strokes in Sara's wet, warm cunt.

"Ooooh," she moans, stiffening as her orgasm washes over her.

That cue allows you to finally release the pent up sexual frustration into her. With a loud grunt, you empty your balls into her quivering pussy.