Dean leans forward from his position against the headboard. XXX Needy for her pleasure and the delightful way he’s sure her orgasm will wash over her face. A grin tugs at his mouth when he sees how peaceful she looks laying in the glow of the streetlamp outside her window and he leans close to brush his lips tenderly over her forehead. Dance with her. “Does that mean I’m still invited for coffee?”
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It’s a quarter to three when Sam leaves Megan’s bed. As the song ends, a whimper escapes Megan’s throat. “Baby, you need to tell me to stop…”
He watches the wheels in her head turn, feels her eyes on his mouth before her thumb trails innocently over his lower lip.




















