"Inside you."*

"Inside you!" You growl out, grabbing Grace's hips even tighter and grinding your cock against her insides.

"Do it!" Grace moans back, pushing her ass back against your thrusts.

"I'm going to fill you up!" You howl, holding Grace in place 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. You have complete control of this situation. You let go of her hips and grab her shoulders, fucking her and also manhandling her into fucking you back.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Grace wails as you push yourself to your limit, wildly thrusting into her pussy. Grace is up on her tippy toes, juices streaming down her legs, and her head hanging limply down. You feel your legs burn from the workout of squatting down so that your hips squarely meet hers, 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 you can just do this now: meet a girl, then bend a girl over, then impale her on a fat cock, and soon, fill her up with virile cum.

"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 hilt your cock inside her tight insides. You feel her shake, grunt again, and then squirt, the 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 let out a guttural sound of victory as you nut inside her. You hold her down from her shoulders, 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 arch her back against you, pressing the head of your still cumming cock into the walls of her pussy. 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 let go of me unless you're planning on sticking around for round two." Groans Grace, giving you a smokey look over her shoulder with her big brown eyes. Her hair is a mess. Her face red and dripping with sweat. Your shocked with just how much hotter she looks at this very moment. 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 and her have been at it for quite a while now. You release your iron grip on Grace's shoulders, and she tilts forwards before she can catch herself against the laundry machine. You both grunt as your cock slips back out past her lips, a thick drizzle of cum running down them from her uncorked pussy shortly after. Grace groans, resting her weight on the laundry machine, and then reaches for you.

"You ok?" You ask, grabbing her. She grabs you for balance, holding you around the torso as her knees chatter together.

"Yeah dude, just give me a second." Grace chuckles.

"I did a number on you I can see." You chuckle, and notice that you and Grace are standing in a rapidly spreading puddle of thick cum and watery girlcum. The whole laundry room smells overwhelmingly 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 weakly 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.