"Inside you."*

"Inside you!" You growl out, grabbing Grace even tighter.

"Do it." Grace moans in your ear, holding you tigher.

"Fuck yes!" You howl, pinning Grace's back to the laundry machine and thundering away at her insides with everything you've got. You feel the muscles in your ass burn as you pound away at her insides, fucking her and also manhandling her into fucking you back. You have complete control of this situation. You let go of her pert ass and lock your arms together around her back, holding her against you, her legs tucked up to either side of you, still pounding away at her insides.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Grace wails as you push yourself to your limit, bouncing her up and down on your cock like a toy. You feel your arms burn, your legs burn, even your ass burns in this workout, and yet you body is willed on. You love this, you love how Grace is just barely able to take everything you can put out. You love that this new body of yours can just do this, lift a girl up and impale her on a fat cock. This is your cock. These are your muscles. This is your power, and you are loving it.

"Oh shit!―" Grace cries out, before she grunts loudly. You feel her pussy clamp down on your cock, the muscles inside her going taut. You though, are too close to your own summit to stop, and thrust wildly into her. You feel the suction of her pussy as you pull out and then drop her back down on your length. You feel her shake, grunt again, and then a new warm liquid wetness run down the length of your cock and down your legs. But right now you have other priorities. You feel your orgasm approach, your cock swelling up, your balls tightening up in anticipation. You pound away at Grace's white hot insides, willing it on.

Then your orgasm breaches, and you feel the first hot shot of cum launch itself up your length and out into Grace. You hold her down, hilted on your cock, as you grunt with each subsequent burst of semen that launches out into her pussy. Even as you continue cumming inside her, your eyes tightly shut, you can feel the thick drools of your cum running down your balls and dripping down to the floor or running in rivulets down the inside of your thighs. You feel as if you got zapped when you feel Grace start to grind against your still cumming cock, even as you hold her down on it. It's such a pleasant feeling that you feel a last extra little spurt of cum squeeze itself out of your balls in appreciation. The contents of your balls finally expended, you stand there, gasping for air.

"You should put me down unless you're planning on sticking around for round two." Growls Grace into your ear. As much as your body probably could eek out another round, you are suddenly very aware of how tired you are. There's no clocks in the laundry room, but you've got to be sure that it's quite late already. You lift Grace up off your cock, and grunt as your cock slips back out past her lips. You try to set her down on her legs, which are rapidly being decorated by a drizzle of cum running down them from her uncorked pussy, but they don't take her weight. She grabs you for balance, holding you around the torso.

"You ok?" You ask, grabbing her and helping her back up.

"Yeah dude, just give me a second." Grace chuckles. "Sorry for squirting on you."

"Sorry for―" You look down, and sure enough you and Grace are standing in a rapidly spreading puddle of thick cum and watery girlcum and the overwhelming smell of fresh sex.

"Consider it a sign of a job well done stud." Grace laughs, wobbling over to her laundry hamper and leaning down on it. She bends over a the waist and exposes her red and dripping pussy to you as she puts on her panties, which are quickly soaked through. "Care to give me a hand?" She asks, proffering up her hamper to you. You dutifully help her unload her now very cold if dry laundry into her hamper.

"So I probably should have asked," you say fishing a handful of clothes out for her, "are you on any kind of birth control?" Grace scoffs.

"Yeah that ship has sailed already dude." Grace laughs. "Usually swallowing is my birth control," Grace says with a smug look, "but I might get some Plan B tomorrow."

"You might?" You ask, feeling your heart race a little bit.

"I mean today is a pretty safe day for me, and I'm pretty good about tracking my cycle, but also didn't expect you to be that backed up so―" She shrugs as you go about moving your wet laundry into the dryer that hers has just vacated. She puts her big t-shirt back on and gets ready to leave. "Before I go, you still want me to send you the picture?" Grace asks.

"Sure." You reply, and trade numbers with Grace.

"I'll send it when I get back to my room." Grace grins up at you. "See you around?"

"Sure." You reply and Grace turns to go. You watch her strut away, laundry in hand, a thick drop of cum running down the inside of her leg. You sigh as the laundry room door closes behind her. You look down at the mess that you and Grace made and consider that you're gonna need to start bring a wet floors sign where ever you go.

About halfway through the dry cycle you hear your phone ding. With nothing else to do but watch your laundry go around and around and ignore the puddle of cum on the floor, you open it. Even through you don't recognize the number, you certainly recognize the image that it sent.

You blink and stare at it. She's cropped out most her face but even still you recognize that it is in fact Grace and your cock. You chuckle and shoot her a text.

YOU: Hey

YOU: That's a really good picture

GRACE: Awwwww

GRACE: Your cock is hogging like half the frame

GRACE: But thanks anyways

GRACE: Goodnight boo

GRACE: ;)

YOU: Goodnight

You close your phone and chuckle to yourself. It's a long half an hour standing there in a room that smells like lint and sex but eventually you get your stuff dried and folded, and you start back to your dorm.