"Yes sir," she thought to him, a smile curving across her face. She liked him being rough. It turned her on more than anything. And who knew little Sammy Winchester had it in him? He was a kinky little thing.
Holding her arms up above her, the pink bra twisted around her wrists, she wiggled her ass, enticing him with the shake of it underneath the lacy pink panties he was eying. Undulating her hips in front of him, she waited impatiently for him to use his tongue on her.