⠀ ⠀ minors 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 enter⠀𓂅 ۫ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ִ ⊹ backseat ; 𝓢𝐚𝐦 𝓦𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫⠀࿐ ׂ ⠀ ©⠀𝒇𝖺𝗐𝗇𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾⠀᭝⠀2026.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wc,⠀275%.
dean had gone inside the gas station, surely scoping out the whole place in desperate search of the pie section in the mini bakery. which left you and sam to pass the time amongst yourselves.
it hadn’t even been a full two minutes until sam cramped himself in the backseat of the impala, practically pouncing on you against the leather seats, which quickly began to grow sticky from the shared sweat. the windows fogged, and baby’s metal frame rocked above the parking lot’s pavement. sam was balls deep inside you, rocking and grinding his hips to sheath his fat cock through your meaty walls.
“g.. god—mm, fuck, sam—” your fingers threaded through the brunette strands on his head, clutching in time with the strong clench your pussy gave him, pulling him into you in both ways. sam moaned against your lips before sealing them with his own, a low grumble vibrating from his adam’s apple as you continued to pull him down by his hair.
the mutual gush between your bodies rang in your ears and coated the seats of dean’s precious car. sam ducked his head until it was snugly tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder, placing hot, slobbery kisses and sucking bruises on the skin of your collarbones.
sam shuddered as he came inside you, feeling his release begin to travel back to your opening and leak over the leather beneath the two of you. your lips clashed together once more as you rode out your highs, breaking with the quick sound of your mixed saliva, right as the bell to the gas station doors rang again, signaling dean’s return.
