Messier

"The best part about fucking in a bathroom?" Lauren says, "Vert easy clean up. Why don't you show me what you mean by messy."

Sam smiles wolfishly, "Is that a challenge?" As he speaks, he releases her buttcheek, reaches further behind her and between her legs, sliding his fingers along the wet lips of her pussy. Lauren says, "Yes, it is," around his thumb, which has been pushed deeper into her mouth.

"If things get too...messy, just tell me, and we'll clean it up a little, got it?" Sam asks, reaching down to gently, but firmly, squeeze Lauren's round, hard nipple. Lauren nods, biting her lip, either in pleasure or trepidation. "Good," says Sam, as he sits on the closed toilet and leans back, beckoning Lauren beside him.

Sam collects her hair and holds it in his right hand, pulling Lauren's head across his lap and down to his cock. He holds her at a distance just so she can lick and kiss the tip. His precum leaves sticky trails from her lips to his head as her tongue darts on and out.

"Arch your back a little," Sam says running his left hand down her back, playfully squeezing her ass, and then sliding between her legs again from behind. He wets his fingers on her now soaked lips, spreading them, teasing her clit, teasing her with [penetration.

Satisfied with the setup, Sam pushes Lauren's head slowly onto his cock. Her lips part, easily taking the first half, but her throat catches shortly after, and he lets her up.

"There, now we know where you gag," Sam says, "Not bad."

Lauren smiles, spit running onto her chin. "I can do better," she says, opening her mouth and cradling his balls in her hand.

Sam pushes her back down, gently and steadily, never past her gag reflex controlling the pace with her hair. After she is comfortable, Sam pushes her just past her gag, while abruptly sliding his slick middle finger deep inside her. Lauren gags and moans at the sudden penetration, sending vibrations up Sam's shaft so strong he is worried he will come right there.

"Jesus!" They both say, with spit pouring out of Lauren's mouth, soaking Sam's cock, balls, and her hand.

"Why don't you move over to the sink, Messy," says Sam, standing up, cock dripping.

Lauren backs up to the sink, partly relieved, and goes to sit on the edge.

"No, sorry," says Sam, "Like this, I meant," and he turns her around, puts her hands on the sink, showing her her face in the mirror. "See? Messy."

Lauren takes her spit-soaked hand and rubs it between her legs, in anticipation. Sam gathers up her hair again in one hand, slides the tip of his cock inside her, puts his other hand around her neck, and pushes deep inside her. Lauren's back bends, and she sees her eyes and mouth widen in the mirror as Sam starts fucking her, deeper and harder. He releases her throat, moving his hand back down, squeezing the perfect swell of her ass.

Lauren is panting, head pulled back by her hair, rubbing her finger over her clit faster and faster. Sam watches her face in the mirror, feels her pressing back against him in rhythm. Just as Lauren is reaching her climax, he starts running his thumb around her tight, pink asshole. Lauren shocked, loses focus just as she comes, squeezing Sam's cock inside her, gushing down his shaft and leg. She wants to collapse, lie down and rest, but Sam holds her up by the hips. Lauren grabs onto the sink with both hands, sore and exhausted, but unwilling to stop before Sam comes.

Sam grips Lauren hips and pushes deep into her, lost in thought. He thinks about the long car ride here with Shelley. Every glimpse of a breast outlined through her t-shirt. Every glimpse of here ass cheeks when those shorts rode up. Thinking about what it would be like if it was just the two of them...

All of that built up tension explodes out of him as he pull his cock out of Lauren and soaks her back in cum. As he release her hips she slides into a sitting position, breathing heavily. She smiles up at Sam, "So, want a quick shower together?"

"I believe I was promised a 'very easy clean up'," Sam says, eyebrows raised expectantly, twitching his cock muscle, dripping slightly on the floor.

Lauren frowns, briefly, then laughs. She crawls over, then sucks the last of Sam's cum off his dick, and goes to work licking up her own cum and spit from his shaft and thighs. Sam shudders as she pays special attention to his testicles. Once he is satisfied, she dries him with a towel and stands up, handing him his shorts. "If anyone asks for me, I'm having a shower. Probably a long one."

Sam dresses quickly and leaves Lauren's room to find one of his own.