(Who is he not to listen to a lady? The moment the word falls from her lips, Dean picks up his pace, his hips slammed into her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing along the walls of the bathroom.
One hand continues to fondle her breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers. The other braces himself against the wall for balance for the fast, powerful thrust.)
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(Who is he not to listen to a lady? The moment the word falls from her lips, Dean picks up his pace, his hips slammed into her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing along the walls of the bathroom.
One hand continues to fondle her breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers. The other braces himself against the wall for balance for the fast, powerful thrust.)