"Yeah?" Dean whimpered, voice entirely too high and too small. He was stretched, felt full to bursting, tiny noises that he didn't recognize escaping each time she shifted the cock minutely inside of him. He struggled to move, pinned by remnant fear of the fake cock in his ass, but it couldn't possibly reach any further into him. He'd fucking die if it did, he thought.
"C'mon then," he slurred, ready to make this good for her. "Fuck me, Angua."
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Date: 2009-10-09 04:10 am (UTC)"C'mon then," he slurred, ready to make this good for her. "Fuck me, Angua."