I LOVE PIE

Wrapping his right hand around his painfully hard cock, Dean squeezed himself tightly at the base of his dick before stroking upward. He let us a strangled sound and imagined your full breasts as he flicked his wrist slightly over the head of his cock before stroking back down. Gripping himself tighter, Dean squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see the ceiling in his small room. Didn’t want to see his crap on the walls and on the floor. He didn’t want to be here at all, alone in the bunker with only his fist for company. He pictured a beach and did his best to recall the sounds of seagulls and waves. Dean imagined the smell of sunshine and sand on your skin as you lay next to him. He pictured you wearing a bikini, something sexy with as little material as possible. His mouth watered as he pictured a soft dusting of sand and sweat on your skin. 

In this fantasy, you looked up at him with hooded eyes and slowly peeled the strap of your bathing suit down. You were always such a tease. Dean bit his lip and pumped himself harder as he thought about your beautiful curves. Your tits were barely contained by the little red bikini top Dean pictured you in. Any second your nipple would fly out of it and he would lean forward to tug it into his mouth. He would roll the hard bud against his tongue and bite it gently with his teeth until you squealed for him. Dean would make quick work of untying your top and throwing it into the sea before pulling your bottoms off. He would grip your full hips and ass as he pulled your body on top of his. He knew you would complain, say something ridiculous like you were too heavy, but your complaints would die on your lips as he settled you on top of his face, right where you belonged.

Dean’s breathing picked up speed as he pictured you riding his face. He wanted to hear you squeal, wanted to feel your gorgeous thighs squeeze him as he licked and fucked you with his tongue. He would do anything, everything, to make you come all over his face. Dean imagined what you would smell like, imagined the taste of you on his tongue. You would make it harder for him to breathe as you used his face to get off. Growling, Dean reached over blindly and grabbed his pillow. Pulling the pillow to his face, he pressed it against his face until he could barely breathe and wished the fabric felt more like your soft thighs. Taking in small shallow breaths, Dean stroked himself harder and faster.

You were close to coming now, the sounds you made above him would be the sexiest thing he ever heard. Dean knew you would chase after your orgasm with as much fervor as you did everything else. You were so full of life and passion. He knew you wouldn't hold back. Dean wanted– no, needed to come with you. In this fantasy, you would reach up and play with your full breasts, tugging at your nipples and pulling at your hair until you fell apart above him. Dean moaned as he pictured you coming undone. Your lovely body would shake and your moans would get louder as you flooded his tongue with tangy sweetness. Imagining you saying his name over and over again, Dean came undone. Shouting into the pillow, Dean fisted his cock as hard as he could stand as he came all over his chest and abdomen. A few seconds ticked by before he tossed the pillow aside and finally opened his eyes. Breathing in out and out heavily, Dean swore he could almost smell the ocean.

Ugh. Poor Dean needs a vacation. </3

Wrapping his right hand around his painfully hard cock, Dean squeezed himself tightly at the base of his dick before stroking upward. He let us a strangled sound and imagined your full breasts as he flicked his wrist slightly over the head of his cock before stroking back down. Gripping himself tighter, Dean squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see the ceiling in his small room. Didn’t want to see his crap on the walls and on the floor. He didn’t want to be here at all, alone in the bunker with only his fist for company. He pictured a beach and did his best to recall the sounds of seagulls and waves. Dean imagined the smell of sunshine and sand on your skin as you lay next to him. He pictured you wearing a bikini, something sexy with as little material as possible. His mouth watered as he pictured a soft dusting of sand and sweat on your skin. 

In this fantasy, you looked up at him with hooded eyes and slowly peeled the strap of your bathing suit down. You were always such a tease. Dean bit his lip and pumped himself harder as he thought about your beautiful curves. Your tits were barely contained by the little red bikini top Dean pictured you in. Any second your nipple would fly out of it and he would lean forward to tug it into his mouth. He would roll the hard bud against his tongue and bite it gently with his teeth until you squealed for him. Dean would make quick work of untying your top and throwing it into the sea before pulling your bottoms off. He would grip your full hips and ass as he pulled your body on top of his. He knew you would complain, say something ridiculous like you were too heavy, but your complaints would die on your lips as he settled you on top of his face, right where you belonged.

Dean’s breathing picked up speed as he pictured you riding his face. He wanted to hear you squeal, wanted to feel your gorgeous thighs squeeze him as he licked and fucked you with his tongue. He would do anything, everything, to make you come all over his face. Dean imagined what you would smell like, imagined the taste of you on his tongue. You would make it harder for him to breathe as you used his face to get off. Growling, Dean reached over blindly and grabbed his pillow. Pulling the pillow to his face, he pressed it against his face until he could barely breathe and wished the fabric felt more like your soft thighs. Taking in small shallow breaths, Dean stroked himself harder and faster.

You were close to coming now, the sounds you made above him would be the sexiest thing he ever heard. Dean knew you would chase after your orgasm with as much fervor as you did everything else. You were so full of life and passion. He knew you wouldn't hold back. Dean wanted– no, needed to come with you. In this fantasy, you would reach up and play with your full breasts, tugging at your nipples and pulling at your hair until you fell apart above him. Dean moaned as he pictured you coming undone. Your lovely body would shake and your moans would get louder as you flooded his tongue with tangy sweetness. Imagining you saying his name over and over again, Dean came undone. Shouting into the pillow, Dean fisted his cock as hard as he could stand as he came all over his chest and abdomen. A few seconds ticked by before he tossed the pillow aside and finally opened his eyes. Breathing in out and out heavily, Dean swore he could almost smell the ocean.

Wrapping his right hand around his painfully hard cock, Dean squeezed himself tightly at the base of his dick before stroking upward. He let us a strangled sound and imagined your full breasts as he flicked his wrist slightly over the head of his cock before stroking back down. Gripping himself tighter, Dean squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see the ceiling in his small room. Didn’t want to see his crap on the walls and on the floor. He didn’t want to be here at all, alone in the bunker with only his fist for company. He pictured a beach and did his best to recall the sounds of seagulls and waves. Dean imagined the smell of sunshine and sand on your skin as you lay next to him. He pictured you wearing a bikini, something sexy with as little material as possible. His mouth watered as he pictured a soft dusting of sand and sweat on your skin. 

In this fantasy, you looked up at him with hooded eyes and slowly peeled the strap of your bathing suit down. You were always such a tease. Dean bit his lip and pumped himself harder as he thought about your beautiful curves. Your tits were barely contained by the little red bikini top Dean pictured you in. Any second your nipple would fly out of it and he would lean forward to tug it into his mouth. He would roll the hard bud against his tongue and bite it gently with his teeth until you squealed for him. Dean would make quick work of untying your top and throwing it into the sea before pulling your bottoms off. He would grip your full hips and ass as he pulled your body on top of his. He knew you would complain, say something ridiculous like you were too heavy, but your complaints would die on your lips as he settled you on top of his face, right where you belonged.

Dean’s breathing picked up speed as he pictured you riding his face. He wanted to hear you squeal, wanted to feel your gorgeous thighs squeeze him as he licked and fucked you with his tongue. He would do anything, everything, to make you come all over his face. Dean imagined what you would smell like, imagined the taste of you on his tongue. You would make it harder for him to breathe as you used his face to get off. Growling, Dean reached over blindly and grabbed his pillow. Pulling the pillow to his face, he pressed it against his face until he could barely breathe and wished the fabric felt more like your soft thighs. Taking in small shallow breaths, Dean stroked himself harder and faster.

You were close to coming now, the sounds you made above him would be the sexiest thing he ever heard. Dean knew you would chase after your orgasm with as much fervor as you did everything else. You were so full of life and passion. He knew you wouldn't hold back. Dean wanted– no, needed to come with you. In this fantasy, you would reach up and play with your full breasts, tugging at your nipples and pulling at your hair until you fell apart above him. Dean moaned as he pictured you coming undone. Your lovely body would shake and your moans would get louder as you flooded his tongue with tangy sweetness. Imagining you saying his name over and over again, Dean came undone. Shouting into the pillow, Dean fisted his cock as hard as he could stand as he came all over his chest and abdomen. A few seconds ticked by before he tossed the pillow aside and finally opened his eyes. Breathing in out and out heavily, Dean swore he could almost smell the ocean.

Ugh. Poor Dean needs a vacation. </3