He had a few close friends at school—Matt, a tall, gangly, Marilyn Manson look-alike and Ron, a stocky, bearded outcast who wore Rob Zombie t-shirts, but mostly listened to Pink Floyd. Amateur porn Jason didn’t look up from his book—he’d had these song lyrics stuck in his head all day and he couldn’t remember the band. He slowly moved in and out of her; his increases in speed followed the intensity of her breaths and whimpers. Her head thrashed from side to side, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Jason broke the kiss. He hesitated, wondering briefly if pursuing her just after she’d disclosed how her sister had committed suicide would be in poor taste, but Grace arched her back under his touch. He could feel her tightening around him, so slipped in another finger and moved slowly in and out, while still licking and sucking her clit with voracity. He felt his sex pushing against his jeans; it was almost painful, and he was surprised to find himself enjoying watching her in the throes of pleasure too much to be distracted by it.
