<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 changed his grip, one hand drawing an erotic spiral up and around Spencer's figure, caressing her waist, breast and shoulder while the other cupped her sex, fingers tweaking and circling her nether lips. He ran wet fingers through her golden-honey hair, smoothing the wild strands back from her face as she kissed the buxom Amy. Marc's explorations made the ravenette lift her lips away to voice a moan, and as the smaller girl writhed in the water Gray could stand no more.<br/><br/>Spencer was already teasing him expertly, her sex all but beckoning to him as she rubbed her hips against his, and it took only the slightest motion to pull her down to meet his thrust. Holding the woman's blonde locks like a loose rein, Gray bent her forward and manoeuvred her onto his hardness, his gaze raking along her toned back... and across to Amy, where he met her eyes hotly. The water acted as a natural buffer, turning the lunge into a slow-motion ballet, but there was no mistaking the certainty with which the Australian impaled the Southern belle. His silvery-grey eyes held Amy's big blues, letting her see every expression as he pushed his large, solid, shaped to fill and please cock into the blonde. His mouth fell open slightly in a groan, his jaw twitched, and the tapering musculature from his broad shoulders to narrow, hard waist strained gently against Spencer's ass.<br/><br/>Gray's hand cupped the hip of the girl he was now inside, and the other ran through her hair, guiding her head towards Amy's buoyant and perky chest. “Those look good enough to eat...” he groaned suggestively to Spencer, giving her an encouraging thrust forward with his hips.