In the back of his head Dean wondered whether if they had locked the door prior to all of this because the last thing he wanted was his parents to walk in. XXX I don’t—ah—I don’t know if you know what this means.”
“This doesn’t mean I have to stop.”
“No! You can never stop. “I never said that.”
“Oh but I did! I guess my sadism gets the best of me.”
Dean let go and she landed back on his stomach but not as hard as before. “We should stop…” she lied. “You’re fat! Neat trick, huh?”
“You cheeky-”
The finger started to swivel again and she stopped talking. “Ah for fuck sakes, Phill,” he groaned. Half of it was braided while the other side was left alone and long.
