" she keens, shuddering beneath him. "Oh..." So good," he husks, his palm drifting from her thigh up to her hip. "So damn good..." The pressure builds... within him and spreads down to his toes. His control wains and the pace of his hips quickens relentlessly.Her lips brush softly over the tattoo on his chest. His forehead drops to hers. "Jo..."~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Supernatural ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Jo awakens to an empty bed, the sheet tangled around her body and her hair a hot mess. Pushing the blonde locks out. He slowly walked to the big metal door, on the other side of the room. Putting his ear to the cold metal, he listened carefully to see if he could hear anyone in the corridor. There was no sound outside. It was dead quiet.Standing back, he looked down at the food hatch on the door. All the rooms which were occupied by patients had this facility. It was a small opening built on the bottom of the door. Staff would use this when the patient needed to be isolated from the others. They would slide. The best he could hope for would be that the yet to known photographer would boss him around a bit and make him wear some uncomfortable or embarrassing things, and show him how to follow a mans orders. Thats it, he thought, as he ran a warm wash cloth over his small black patch of pubic hair, dick and balls. He threw a robe on (his grandma did insist he have a bathrobe), and went to retrieve the CF card from the camera. His dick was already hard again as he inserted it into the computer. Would. Uske baad mam ne bhi kapde pehne or Samir ko bola kya inaam chaiye tujhe aaj khush kar diya tune toh Samir ne bola Ashima ko pass kar dene ko paper mein toh mam boli theek hai or kiss karne lagi.Sam ne ek bar fir se unke boobs dabane laga ki tabhi mera fone bajne laga. Main turant waha se bhaagi ki kahi ye log mujhe dekh na le or washroom me chup gayi. Fir wo dono chup chap bahar nikle or apne apne raaste badh chale. Mera fone doobara baja toh miane dekha Ashima caal kar rahi hai toh maine call.