Date: 2009-10-07 02:07 am (UTC)
Angua could feel Dean trembling and squeezed her thighs together, aching for something, herself. She moaned, thrust her tongue in, out, sealed her lips much as she could and sucked. Soon she was all but panting with effort and pulled back. She licked her index finger wet and drew a circle with it around Dean's entrance. She didn't give any warning before she slowly worked it inside.

"This good?" she breathed against Dean's skin, already beginning to push another finger in. "Dean..."
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