Lindsey wasn't letting him get off so easy though, not when he could smell those saline drops rolling down Dean's face. "I wish I could turn you around right now, lick those tears off your face. I bet they'd be real sweet too, your blood certainly does."

Exposed and open, Lindsey's cold hand wraps around Dean's cock for a few quick pumps to make sure the erection was going nice and strong still. Eventually he let go to struggle to get his own pants off.


(( Alrighties. Hope Dean doesn't mind one handed damaged goods. He's available Here... Walking out of Carlitas? Can't be common to see humans there. ))