Sweep her off her feet

"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 jiggling breasts, and she twitches under your hands. They are soft and squishy, surprisingly perky for their size 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 chest is against yours, body to body. You feel your cock press against her stomach and twitch hard at the sensation of soft warm skin touching 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, 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, still stroking your cock. You are incensed at how cheeky she is being. You press forwards, leaning against her as you pull a leg out of your shorts around your ankles and plant it down right in front of her toes, pressing your hard cock against her stomach, pressing into it. She lets go of your cock, to quickly pull her panties down off her hips and kicks them off her feet.

"Oh yeah?" You reply, squatting down in front of her, dragging your cockhead down her torso and leaving a trail of shiny wetness in its wake until it is resting right against her damp folds.

"Yeah, punk." Grace snarks, rubbing your cockhead in little circles against her lips, making wonderfully wet noise. Your head is now in the crook of her neck, and you catch the smell of coconut in her hair mixed with the smell of sweat on her skin in the air. It is a surprisingly erotic combination. You grab Grace's hips and start humping against her, and you feel her hold your cockhead against her folds. She wants this too, you think.

You feel your cockhead sink into her hot folds with a slick sound, and both you and Grace grunt as you connect together. You start pumping your hips, as best as you are able in this awkward position, into Grace. You feel your raw cock push deeper and deeper into her tunnel, which squeezes down on your member gently but firmly.

"God damn." You grunt as you push deeper your cock into the scalding tunnel. You feel the intense warmth of Grace's pussy soaking into your dick, and for a moment, the sensation is so intense that you screw shut your eyes and shiver in pleasure.

"What?" Grunts Grace as you slowly fuck her. "Giving up already?" You feel your brow furrow, and you thrust deeper still into her. "Oh shit." She grunts hard as you dig deeper into her core, coming closer hilting yourself deep inside her.

"Does that feel like giving up?" You retort, starting to pull your wet member out of her hot pocket.

"No," Grace groans, "but I would hardly call this getting fucked silly." She tuts. You retort by hilting yourself inside her again, and she grunts deeply, her chest heaving in response. "But do that a few more times and I may have to change my tune." Her hand snakes down to her pelvis and she presses against it, seeking out her button. Her eyes go wide as you thrust into her again.

"Wow." She moans.

"What?" You groan back.

"You're so big," Grace gasps as you thrust it once more, "that your making my tummy bulge." She bites her lips and looks greedily into your eyes. You look down and thrust in again, and sure enough, you can just barely make out her stomach distending with every thrust.

"Noted." You say, grunting and thrust yourself again and again inside her. Even in the standing position, you are proud to say that your cock is doing a good job of properly mixing up her insides. You grab one of her knees with a hand, and lift it over your thigh, and it gives you a much better angle to pummel her box. She groans in agreement as your cock plunges again and again inside her. Then you hatch a wild idea. You press your weight against Grace, pressing her back against the still working laundry machine. You grab her ass, picking her up onto her toes, carrying her up and off her feet. You feel her squeeze down on your cock with her pussy, sucking against it pleasantly. She grunts as your hands and your cock bear most of her weight, while the laundry machine shakes her tits against your chest. You fuck her standing up, your cock dripping a cocktail of love juices from the both of you down on the dirty linoleum floor of the laundry room.

"God." She grunts again, wrapping her arms around your neck and cinching them tight. She goes tense for a moment and then you feel her relax again.

"Did you just?" You ask. She gives you a harsh look.

"Do I look silly to you yet?" She scoffs, grinning. "But hold up, I want this too." She adds, and starts to maneuver herself up into your arms. You grab her ass tightly as she wraps one leg and then the other around your waist. You are more then a little shocked at how effortlessly you are carrying her in your arms. You never used to be this strong you think to yourself. But Grace seems to be focused on more important matters. You can feel her squirming around in your arms, her mouth open in a wordless 'O', sweat dripping down her face. It's a little awkward to thrust into her with her legs clamped around your midsection, but even the couple of inches that you are getting feel amazing. You feel that you are deep in Grace right now, that your cock is pressing into her most precious of places. It's amazing.

"Oh fuck." You grunt, pressing Grace to the machine behind her and thrusting into her again and again.

You grab her again, reaching an arm under her thigh and grabbing her ass. Then you reach the other hand down and grab her ass. The grasp of Grace's legs around your back breaks, all of her weight balancing between your hands and your cock hilted inside her. Grace mews as you feel your cock press just a little bit farther inside her. You lift her off your cock and drop her back down on your length and she squeals.

"Holy shit dude that's my cervix you're hitting there." She gasps, legs twitching in air. Her face is red in excitement.

"Sorry." You grunt back.

"I didn't say that I didn't like it." Grace purrs back, "but you could try being a little gentler." Then she cinches her arms tight around your neck again, pulling you in for a kiss. She grunts and twitches again in your arms as you thrust again, and again, and again. Soon you are pounding away, her ass shaking in your hands with each downstroke, impaling her on your member like a human cocksleeve. Her voice leaks out, a high groan into a medium whine, down into a baritone grunt as you continue to fuck her. You pound her insides, lifting her whole body up to drop it down your whole length again. She breaks the kiss, a line of drool connecting your mouth until the next punishing thrust breaks it.

"God damn Grace." You grunt, filling her up again and again.

"Oh my ~ugh~ Gooooooood" She slurs, "you are ~gah~ sooooooo turning ~ung~ me sillllllly."

"Yeah?" You grunt back, fucking her faster. "You finally getting fucked silly?"

"Oh my ~umh~ God yes!" She groans back.

"How does ~nhf~ it feel?" You grunt out.

"Fucking ~nah~ amazing" Grace whines, "don't stop."

"Wasn't gonna." You reply, thumping away at Grace's white hot snatch, the loud wet slapping noises of her thighs hitting your pelvis filling the laundry room. You feel the roiling pain in your balls start to come on and it wills you forwards to keep fucking this hot little thing that you've turned into a nice and pliable cocksleeve.

"I'm so ~ahh~ close!" Cries Grace, holding you tight to her as you continue to piston in and out of her pussy. Her words only inspire you to hurry to your own foregone conclusion. You thrust away with your hips, rocketing them forwards to meet Grace's opening in the middle.

"Me too." You grunt back, plunging into her hot snatch again.

"Yeah?" Grace replies, a lint of excitement in her voice, "Where ~mah~ are you ~uhh~ gonna cum?"