Dean could appreciate a girl in leather. So when Faith rolled up, he was more than ready to go. She looked him up and down with dark smoky eyes and her lips curved slightly into a smile.
“I’m Dean…”
“Don’t care,” Faith replied hauling him back to his car. Dean admired her ass as she strutted in front of him. “Which is yours?”
“Impala,” Dean smirked.
“Nice ride, how’d you get it?” Faith asked as she pressed him up against the bonnet of the car. She brought her foot up to rest on the front bumper of the car. Dean let his hand touch her thigh, the leather just as tight as it looked as he stood between them.
“Doesn’t matter,” Dean shrugged, she didn’t want to talk, neither did he.
“Come on then, game on.” Faith smiled
The back of the Impala didn’t really work, Dean was a tall guy but he shifted and Faith rolled then she was breathing heavily on top of him, riding out her pleasure. Dean kissed her neck as he brushed his fingers, shoved up her top, over her breast. Squeezing together thighs smoother than the leather in his car, Dean bit out a curse as she twisted over his cock.
“Yeah, it’s a neat trick,” Faith laughed but it was more like a heavy breath as she held herself up on her hands.
Dean rolled his hips and leaned upward, Faith scratched her nails down his now exposed back, “Yeah, I know.”
“Faith.”
“What?” Dean asked, his balls tightening with his own orgasm.
“My name is…” Faith bit her bottom lip and grunted as she came again, “Faith!”
Dean buried his face in her hair and bit her shoulder when he felt his release come and go. Faith smiled again, “You drew blood.”
Picking up her trousers, Faith hopped back into the front of the car, “Later Dean,”
Done! Also my first in the comm.
“I’m Dean…”
“Don’t care,” Faith replied hauling him back to his car. Dean admired her ass as she strutted in front of him. “Which is yours?”
“Impala,” Dean smirked.
“Nice ride, how’d you get it?” Faith asked as she pressed him up against the bonnet of the car. She brought her foot up to rest on the front bumper of the car. Dean let his hand touch her thigh, the leather just as tight as it looked as he stood between them.
“Doesn’t matter,” Dean shrugged, she didn’t want to talk, neither did he.
“Come on then, game on.” Faith smiled
The back of the Impala didn’t really work, Dean was a tall guy but he shifted and Faith rolled then she was breathing heavily on top of him, riding out her pleasure. Dean kissed her neck as he brushed his fingers, shoved up her top, over her breast. Squeezing together thighs smoother than the leather in his car, Dean bit out a curse as she twisted over his cock.
“Yeah, it’s a neat trick,” Faith laughed but it was more like a heavy breath as she held herself up on her hands.
Dean rolled his hips and leaned upward, Faith scratched her nails down his now exposed back, “Yeah, I know.”
“Faith.”
“What?” Dean asked, his balls tightening with his own orgasm.
“My name is…” Faith bit her bottom lip and grunted as she came again, “Faith!”
Dean buried his face in her hair and bit her shoulder when he felt his release come and go. Faith smiled again, “You drew blood.”
Picking up her trousers, Faith hopped back into the front of the car, “Later Dean,”
“See ya Faith.”