[Dean stayed where she was, swallowing around him as he rode out the pleasure. She could feel his cock twitching where it lay heavy against her tongue, taste his come at the back of her throat. She loved it. Loved the way he felt in her mouth and all the sounds he made, even the half choked off ones. The cry at the end, though... she could listen to that over and over.]

[When Sam relaxed, she slowly released him, but stayed sprawled in his lap. She moved her hand away from his cock, letting it rest against his belly as she slowly and methodically licked him clean of every last trace of her slick moisture and his own come. When she was done, she rested her cheek against his stomach and smiled up at him.] That what you wanted?