<div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6733695057_d8862d839a_m.jpg)</div><strong>Gray</strong><br/><strong>Location: Mingling and flirting</strong><br/><strong>Tags: Gray, Spencer, Marc, Amy</strong><br/><br/>“Mmm, mmm, mmmhhhmmm,” Gray growled, licking, tasting, making love to Natalie with just his mouth. He ate her with abandon, his lean, toned torso pushing between her thighs, feeling those smooth white pins quiver against his shoulders. He could feel the pleasure building to a crescendo inside her, and his tongue only increased its tender, frantic licking, aiming to take her to the peak of pleasure. She came, her inner muscles pinching around his tongue as he flicked into her core, making his spine arch with the thought of how good she'd feel around his cock, doing the same. Gray drank her orgasm greedily, finally lifting his head to look up at her with honey-glossed lips and a dirty smile.<br/><br/>“I was right,” the young man whispered, grabbing the edge of the couch and pushing himself up to meet the platinum blonde face to face. His tongue slowly rolled over his lips, the stud flashing silver against his wet pink tongue. “You taste...<em>good</em>.” He leaned forward to kiss Natalie, taking her in a deep tangle of tongues and lips and her unique flavour.<br/><br/>He saw her glancing around, and joined her in observing the many newcommers. Soon to be new<em>cummers</em>, hopefully. Gray reached down, taking hold of her hips and helping her lift off the dildo that stretched her ass, before trailing his fingers over one of her pierced nipples and through her hair. “You owe me one,” he said playfully, kissing her again lightly. “You feel like repaying that, come find me later. For now, I wouldn't want to hog someone as lovely as you all to myself...” He gave Natalie a peck on the cheek and a slap on the bum, before stooping to pick up his shirt and tuck it into his belt and moving off into the party again.<br/><br/>Grabbing another beer (frankly, he liked the taste of Natalie lingering in his mouth... but pussy-breath might freak out some of the more modest guests), he ambled around for a while before settling on the sub-group of Marc, Amy and Spencer. He approached, smiling amiably, his bare chest a symphony of toned and tanned muscle.<br/><br/>“G'day,” he nodded to the other man. “Saw you welcoming some bloke earlier, out of the corner of me eye. Tell the truth... you're this D fella, ain't ya?” He grinned, raising his beer in salute to the two gorgeous girls as well.