"God, let me," Dean moaned, voice shot through, fingers flying to her hips. She had to stop, had to let him get the panties down, he could feel her, whole body aching for her, cock still trapped but caressed by every smooth roll of her hips. "Let me just - " he gasped, but the slide went on and on, Angua's body driving the slick fabric against him in an endless, heady friction.

He opened his eyes, taking in his beautiful, wild, dirty girlfriend rocking over him, pink panties peeking out from the press of their hips, and opened his mouth.

No sound came but a strangled shout as Dean's orgasm rocked through him, panties catching each hot spurt and trapping it against his body. It was the hottest, dirtiest thing he'd ever felt.