Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the
Sam’s jaw clenches, his fingers curling around his beer bottle so hard his knuckles are starting to ache, as he watches his brother give her another one of those panty-melting, ‘don’t you just wanna fuck me?’ smirks.
She is a bottle blonde with blood-red lips and nails, more cup size than brains, and a skirt so short Sam could easily tell the color of her underwear (pink, lacy thong) every time she moved. She giggles at everything Dean says, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, looking up at Dean through her lashes.
And, of course, Dean eats it up like pie.
They had been here for hours - Dean hustling pool and flirting his way around the bar until he got to her - and Sam’s just so over it. Truthfully, was over it ten minutes after they walked in the bar and he spotted her
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Of course Dean knows what buttons to push. And he totally does it on purpose. Who wouldn't love being manhandled by a jealous Sammy? Lol. Thanks, love. So glad you liked it. :) *hugs*
Sam’s jaw clenches, his fingers curling around his beer bottle so hard his knuckles are starting to ache, as he watches his brother give her another one of those panty-melting, ‘don’t you just wanna fuck me?’ smirks.
She is a bottle blonde with blood-red lips and nails, more cup size than brains, and a skirt so short Sam could easily tell the color of her underwear (pink, lacy thong) every time she moved. She giggles at everything Dean says, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, looking up at Dean through her lashes.
And, of course, Dean eats it up like pie.
They had been here for hours - Dean hustling pool and flirting his way around the bar until he got to her - and Sam’s just so over it. Truthfully, was over it ten minutes after they walked in the bar and he spotted her ( ... )
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