Dean jerked forward, body locking tight around her finger. It wasn't good, not exactly, but it wasn't bad either, hovering somewhere inbetween where Dean couldn't get a handle on it. He whimpered as the second finger stroked over his hole, begging entrance, moaning at the mere thought of an added pressure inside of him.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the sound of Angua's uneven breathing behind him. She was into this, that was clear, and that was enough for Dean. "Yeah," he exhaled, willing his body to relax. "Yeah, c'mon."
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Date: 2009-10-07 02:32 am (UTC)He closed his eyes, focusing on the sound of Angua's uneven breathing behind him. She was into this, that was clear, and that was enough for Dean. "Yeah," he exhaled, willing his body to relax. "Yeah, c'mon."