Kiss Grace

You lean in forward, pressing your lips against Grace as you push her up against the table. Your tongue forces its way into her mouth as she falls back, surprised. You wrap your hands around her waist, pulling you in close as she begins to grind her hips against your crotch. You feel your cock... or clit begin to harden in your panties, but thankfully it's bound away and won't be making any appearances. You reach down, rubbing your hand up and down Grace's long, sexy legs, gently massaging her warm thigh. Grace's tongue greedily enters your mouth as she responds to your touch, and her warm, wet tongue slides along your inner cheek, flicking the tip of it against your tongue. Her tongue swirls around your mouth as the two of you french in full view of those horny guys.

Several minutes later, you pull back, staring at Grace. She gently wipes her fingers at your lipstick-covered lips, cleaning them for you.

"Perfect," she smiles.

You look over at the boys, who are grinning as they stare at you, ruddy-faced and horny.

"Suck on her tits," one of the lads cheers.

"Fuck off, perverts," Grace says, flipping them the bird.

"Well, did I get those boys off?" you ask, smiling.

"You got someone off," Grace winks. "Do you want another drink?"

"I need to go to the bathroom, actually," you say.

"Go to the girl's one," Grace says.

"I know. I'm not an idiot," you say.

"Hey, I'm not letting my sexy little masterpiece be destroyed by a stupid mistake," Grace says. "Now go."