Sam Winchester (

"Yes, you are. Still the same to me." His voice was getting thick and husky, like he'd sucked down too many shots of Jack and the last three cigarettes in a pack all at once. He'd been wondering how that dress came undone, and his clever girl had gone and done it for him.

His hands were placed where she wanted them to go, and where he'd been aching to put them. Tenderly, he touched her. Carefully, he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. She would always have the most amazing boobs he'd ever seen, and he would never, ever get tired of them.

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