Dean Winchester

"F-fuck," Dean stuttered out, body bending in an instant, at once confused as to whether it wanted more or if it needed relief from such an intense sensation. Her tongue was broad and flat at first, then teasing and sharp, tiny licks spurring his moans to an embarrassingly high register in mere moments.

"Oh," he chuckled when he could suck down enough air for it. "You meant that camping trip."