She giggled. Porn, really. What made him think she hadn't done porn already? She was capable of looking like anyone she wanted.
As he placed her how he wanted her on the bed, she rested her bound wrists on the pillow above her head. She moaned deeply at the feel of his more than competent hands on her feet. Dean Winchester certainly knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing a woman, and she wasn't above being a little selfish about what got accomplished that night.