<div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6733695057_d8862d839a_m.jpg)</div><strong>Gray</strong><br/><strong>Location: The pool</strong><br/><strong>Tags: Gray, Spencer, Marc, Amy</strong><br/><br/>Gray's mouth pulled away from Spencer's throat, a fine bridge of saliva connecting them for a moment as he cocked his head to the side, watching the two girls kiss. It was a sight he could never get tired of... two cute faces, two Cupid's Bow lips, two ravishing chicks exploring, tasting, enjoying the charms of their own sex. And he could hardly blame them... Amy and Spencer were a pair of fine examples of the species. “Oh, fuck, that's hot,” he breathed. Understatement of the year.<br/><br/>As their breasts nuzzled together he found his hand trapped, wonderfully trapped between a collision of firm, warm spheres. Gray exhaled raggedly, and let his fingers drift to Amy's breast, stretching to encompass as much of her ample globe as he could. His first two fingers and thumb caught her nipple between them and he rolled the sensitive bud like a marble, while his wrist and palm still grazed Spencer's bust.<br/><br/>His other hand was no less eager, diving down the planes of Spencer's belly and groping back up her thighs, caressing each as he blindly discovered the way between them. Gray's hand finally clasped her sex, squeezing the soft folds tight against his calloused palm, groaning at the contrast between hot flesh and cool water. The muscular arm draped across the blonde's body tightened, lifting her up and pulling her back just enough so that her ass rubbed down his toned stomach, and his cock was free to swing down. Gray used his leverage, the grip of his hand on her pussy to pull her backwards, letting them both enjoy the feel of his cock sliding through the cleft of her tight derrière and nuzzle her folds without entering her... yet.