Finish in her mouth*

You guide Grace's lips back to your cockhead and she diligently takes your length back in her mouth. She meets your eyes as she blows you, loudly slurping and sucking your member.

"Oh yeah." You grunt, grabbing Grace's hair and bouncing her head on your cock. She grabs your thighs, steadying herself as she goes down on you.

"Fuck just like that." You groan, feeling your balls starting to tighten again. You fuck Grace's face again and again, bucking away at her receiving mouth. You find yourself letting out a **** groan as Grace reaches up with one soft hand to start stroking and playing with your aching balls, massaging them to let loose your load.​

With a small thrust of your hips, you push your groin into Grace's face as you finally reach your climax.​ You ram your dick down Grace's throat and let out a **** grunt as you feel it starts to twitch inside of her mouth. Grace purrs as you feel the head of your cock swell and the first shot of your load surge up from your balls.​ As your huge testicles tense up, cupped in Grace's hand, your hot semen spurts out deep in Grace's throat.​ After a few seconds as rope after rope surges out of your cock, Grace realizes that you're not even close to stopping, and she lets out a ****, gargled squeal as your slimy cum backs up and starts drooling out of the corners of her mouth.​ You keep your shaft hilted in her pretty mouth, eagerly grunting as you wait for your balls to run dry.​

"Oh fuck." You gasp as you release your white knuckle grip on Grace's hair. She groans as your cock slips out past her lips and she sinks down to the floor. Streaks of cum run down her face and shirt, and a few drips rest where they fell on her exposed thighs.

"Damn dude." Grace coughs, wiping away a thick string of cum from her mouth. "If I had known that you were going to be that backed up I would have made you pull out." You suppress a grin. It's hardly been a couple of days since you last came, and she probably thinks that you've been backed up for weeks.

"Sorry not sorry?" You chuckle, still gasping for air while leaning against the laundry machine for balance.

"Sure." Scoffs Grace, wrapping her sticky hands around your leg and resting her head against you. "Wow."

"You good there?" You ask, petting her head gently.

"Mmh." Hums Grace, pressing her warm face into your weak legs. Then the laundry machine plays it's little tune and turns off.

"What timing." You laugh.

"No kidding." Grace laughs, wobbling up off the floor and over to her laundry hamper and picks it up. Meanwhile you do your best to get dressed again. "Care to give me a hand?" She asks, proffering up her hamper to you.

"Not at all." You smile and dutifully help her unload her dry laundry into her hamper.

"So John," Grace clears her throat, "you busy this weekend?"

"Maybe, I work on the weekends sometimes." You reply, looking down at her, her shirt wet and transparent in places.

"Well," she sighs, "if your schedule is open, I'd be down to hang out, maybe go downtown or something."

"I'll see if I can pencil you in." You chuckle, fishing a handful of clothes out for her.

"I'm sure a guy like you has a bunch of dick appointments to attend to," Grace giggles. You feel your face go a little red in embarrassment. She isn't wrong. "But I would really appreciate it if we actually hung out. You seem cool."

"Gee thanks Grace." You say as you go about moving your wet laundry into the dryer that hers has just vacated. Grace gathers her belongings and tries to straighten out her messy hair and wipe clean her face of cum and spit.

"Before I go," she says using her phone as a mirror, "you still want me to send you the picture?"

"Sure." You reply.

"Definitely not just easy way to get your number or anything." She smiles.

"Definitely." 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, kay?"

"Sure." You reply and Grace turns to go. You watch her strut away, laundry in hand. 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, 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