All the way with Grace.

Grace and I were practically the same height, but since she had taken her shoes off, I stood ever so slightly above her. Our faces were close enough that I could feel her breath on my lips.

Grace hummed quietly and asked, “Hey, tell me. How do you like to kiss?”

“Hm?”

“Do you like it with lips only?” She pecked my lips a couple of times, grinning. “Or maybe with a bit of tongue sneaking up in there?” She pecked me again and gave my lips a couple of playful licks. “Or perhaps you like them hard, passionate and wet?”

My face was burning, my heart could compete with professional drumming, my hands were shaking. And yet I still had the instinctual reaction to pull Grace into a hard, passionate and wet kiss, shoving my tongue inside her mouth and eliciting loud moans out of us both. We kissed so intensely that lines of drool ran down the corners of our mouths.

I felt like I was in the clouds. It felt too great, it was too perfect. Her soft, warm body against mine, her tongue desperately wanting to taste me as much as I wanted to taste her. My brain nearly short-circuited.

I moved one of my hands to Grace’s tits, groping her and rubbing one of her nipples in circular motions with two fingers. She held onto me tightly just to stay on her feet as her legs lost strength.

She broke the kiss with a tired smile and ragged breath, cupping my cheek lovingly. “W-Well… That answers my question. God, I feel dizzy.” She chuckled and started kissing my jaw. “You’re such a good kisser, Oliver. I want to make out forever.”

I nodded. “I feel the same.”

She smiled and shuddered in my arms. “But there’s something we both want even more, right?”

She pulled away from me and walked over to one of the many desks. She turned around and put her hands over it, bending over and pointing that perfect ass towards me while giving me a smoldering look.

“It’s been three days, right? Give it to me again. I can’t tell you how much I want it.”

Taking the first step was hard. It was like I was nailed to the floor from an overload of sensations. But after I did, the rest came naturally to me. I pulled down Grace’s cute panties and she stepped out of them. Her pussy was dripping, juices running down her thighs. I thought of eating her out, but that wasn’t what she wanted right now, nor what I wanted.

I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and boxers. My cock was throbbing painfully. I guided the tip to Grace’s lower lips, making her shudder at the slightest contact. I held her by the waist with both hands and drove myself inside her in a single, smooth thrust.

Grace exploded. Her entire body tensed and her legs shook violently. She grunted through gritted teeth and held onto the desk so hard her knuckles almost turned white. “Oh my GOD!” she gasped. “It’s unreal…”

I heard whistling coming from my left, and I remembered Sarah and Mila were watching.

“Just from putting it in? Damn,” Mila said, amazed.

“Aren’t you a little too thirsty, Grace?” Sarah asked with a mercilessly teasing tone.

“Shut up,” Grace groaned. “Same thing happened to you last time.”

Something inside me flared up. Sarah and Mila were watching. I’d had sex with them before, I had kissed them, touched them, made them come… And yet they were watching me fuck another girl and were totally okay with it. I didn’t think it was possible, but that only made me hornier. Grace’s hot, sopping pussy clamped against my throbbing dick. I needed to feel her more, and I wanted Sarah and Mila to watch it happen.

I pulled Grace’s hips towards me at the same time I thrust into her, hitting as deep inside her as I could.

“Hhhnnngg!!”

Given by that reaction, it must have been really deep. I started with a slow pace, my hips slapping hard against Grace’s ass. She moaned low and sweetly, getting used to it and letting the pleasure run through her entire body.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Oliver…! Oliver…!”

I think hearing her speak my name kept me conscious and aware. The pleasure and heat were making me dizzy. I decided to increase the pace and pushed even harder into her, making the desk drag loudly below us.

“Fuck! Fuuuck! It’s too good! Hah! Too damn good!”

Grace’s pussy tightened around me as a second orgasm hit her. I stopped moving to give her a bit of a break, but I felt close to my own climax, and dammit I was **** for it.

“Grace, you’re coming all by yourself,” Mila teased. “Poor Oliver looks in pain.”

Shit. Did I? I wanted to come, yeah, but I didn’t want Grace to feel like I wasn’t enjoying this. The girl in question narrowed her eyes at her friend before she turned to me with that same look. She moved away from me and got my dick out of her pussy, then she dragged me by the wrist to the gym mattress. With my pants down, it was a bit difficult to walk and I felt more than a little ridiculous.

“Lay on your back,” she ordered. I swallowed and did as told. Grace climbed on top of me, and I got a better look at her face. Her cheeks were flushed, but her green eyes were set on mine. She held my dick, lined it up with her slit and sank down on it slowly. “I’m gonna make you come, and you’re gonna shoot it all inside me.” She leaned down, her face right in front of mine. “Mark my pussy, Oliver.”

She held my face and locked lips with me. She ran her tongue all over my mouth, all the while smacking her hips down against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, chiding myself for not also taking off my shirt to feel her chest directly as well.

I was close, so very close. I wanted to tell Grace but she had my lips locked. I ended up coming without warning, shooting a powerful load into her and driving her to yet another orgasm.

We rode the pleasure together. The room spun around me for a couple of disorienting seconds, and I held Grace against me as if afraid she’d disappear if I didn’t. She chuckled and kissed my cheek over and over.

She looked at me, her eyes slowly regaining their focus. Her smile, her gaze… it was difficult to describe it, but it made me believe I could do anything. That adoring, excited look made me feel at the top of the world.

“Oliver,” she spoke languidly. “Let’s hang out this Saturday, hm? Just the two of us.”

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