Bend her over and take her ass

"Oh!" Gasps Grace as you grab her by her armpits and lift her to her feet. Her lips dart up to yours, an arm around your neck, as she sloppily kisses you again and again. Her mouth tastes tart from your pre-cum, but you really do not mind all that much. You grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up and over her head, revealing her tight body and busty chest.

"Damn." You growl into her mouth as you grope her, first her hips and then working your way up her wriggling body. Her skin is soft and warm to the touch, the muscles under her skin unconsciously contracting as your hands pass over them.

"Hey that tickles!" Grace whines back into your mouth, hardly stopping her attack on your mouth to voice her concern. She squeals into your mouth as you work your hands up her flinching flanks, but not daring to break your deep and lustful kiss. You grab her breasts, and she twitches under your hands. They are soft but firm on her small frame, except for the hard gumdrop of her nipples, which poke the palm of your hands. You squeeze them, softly and gently.

"That's nice." Grace coos into your mouth, pushing her body against you as if to egg you on. Her pelvis is against yours, body to body. You feel your cock press against her stomach and twitch hard at the sensation of soft warm skin brushing against the sensitive head. You push back though, pressing Grace against one of the vibrating machines without even breaking the kiss, leaning down over her. You continue to massage her breast, and let your other hand dart down to her crotch. Grace gasps excitedly as your hand slips inside her panties, finding them hot and humid. Your digits press against her naked folds, and discover them moist. Grace is not idle, wrapping her arm around your neck and locking her lips to yours, grabbing your shaft with her free hand while beginning to hump her hips against your hand hungrily. You break the kiss first.

"You want it?" You ask, grinding your middle and index finger against her wet folds.

"Do you really have to ask at this point?" Grace giggles again, squeezing your cock and eliciting a dribble of precum out of your member.

"It's polite to ask before you fuck someone silly." You reply, kissing down the side of Grace's neck.

"Psh," answers Grace, "I'll believe that when it happens." She gives you a haughty grin, releasing your cock and hooking a thumb on either side of her panties. You are incensed at how cheeky she is being. She tugs her panties down her hips and kicks them off her feet and onto the floor.

"Let's make it happen then." You growl and spin the naked and giggling minx around to face the laundry machine. She instinctively pushes her butt back against your crotch, her cheeks hotdogging your cock. It feels good, but you know what will feel better. You push her back forwards, her hands pressing against the machine, and drag your cock down against her ass, down between her legs. You watch as your cock makes contact with her back door.

"Nuh-uh." Gasps Grace, jumping away from you like she just sat on a tack.

"What?" You ask, grabbing her hips and pulling her back towards you.

"You aren't putting that in my ass." She states, deathly serious.

"Why not?" You ask, idly rubbing your cock between her ass cheeks.

"Dude." Grace scoffs. "You're like―" She reaches back over her shoulder and grabs your shaft. "Thick as a coke can."

"And?" You ask, continuing to thrust your cock against Grace's hand. "Are you nervous?"

"Uh, yes!" Laughs Grace. "It's not that I'm against anal, but you might split my ass in two, especially since we don't have any lube."

"Oh." You say, doing your best to sound dejected. Grace snorts dismissively at you.

"Oh grow up." She says, and starts stroking your cock again. "This thing is a deadly weapon and you know that."

"Sure." You state.

"Maybe when we've got some lube I'll let you put it in my ass. But for now," she whines, gyrating her ass against your cock, "Are you gonna holster it or not?" She drags your cockhead down over her ass, over her asshole, and down against the hot folds of her pussy, leaving a trail of precum and spit all the way like a snail's trail. You can feel the wet heat radiating off her entrance before your head touches it. When it does make contact, Grace twitches like she was just shocked. Her thighs pinch together, holding your cock there against her inviting entrance as she retracts her hand and puts it against the machine in front of her, bracing. You consider that if you wanted to use protection, this is probably when you should mention it. Of course, you didn't bring any rubbers with you to the Goddamn laundry room because who exactly expects to be hooking up over a load of laundry. Though, you think, grabbing your cock with one hand and spreading Grace's cheeks with the other, you could still try to aim for Grace's tight little sphincter if you really wanted to.