Dean's eyes crossed, staring wide and unseeing down at the sheets as the pace increased, each thrust catching him just right until every part of him was suffused in a shivering, strung out haze of pleasure. Even the air felt thick around them, ghosting over his sensitized flesh until he thought he might actually scream each time she pulled his hips back to meet hers.
It was unreal. She was unreal. "Fuck, Angua," he moaned, "so fucking hot, can't believe you..." Her fist was loose around him, too loose, and Dean moaned again. "Baby, please."
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Date: 2009-10-18 09:26 pm (UTC)It was unreal. She was unreal. "Fuck, Angua," he moaned, "so fucking hot, can't believe you..." Her fist was loose around him, too loose, and Dean moaned again. "Baby, please."