Date: 2009-10-11 11:20 pm (UTC)
Dean's answering groan was whisper thin. His body was locked up tight now that she'd stopped moving, trying to prevent the object causing him discomfort further entrance, and try as he might he couldn't seem to relax.

He focused on her hands, impossibly tiny against his back when the cock in his ass felt so huge, felt the circles her fingers drew against his sides and let them calm him. It was almost enough. "Tell me how it feels," he murmured. "Just...talk to me."
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