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"Y-you shaved?!" you exclaim seeing the clean shaven face of your boyfriend.

He smiles up at you from the hotel bed, running a hand over his cheeks, "Yup, bosses orders. They want me back to being baby smooth for the Shield reunion."

"B-b-but… the beard. I liked the beard… Why'd they hafta make you shave?" you pout walking over to him.

You cup his face in your hands, stroking his smooth cheeks, "It's not gonna be the same."

Dean stares at you confused, "What's not going to be the same?"

You look him square in those baby blue eyes of his, and completely serious reply,

"When you go down on me. It's not going to be the same when you eat me out. I liked the way your beard would scrap over my cunt, the burn it would leave on my legs. I'd feel you between my legs for days before the burn would go away."

You poke you lip out slightly, pulling away from Dean and crossing your arms in a huff.

Dean's smile grows at your pouting, and he stands from the sofa to move closer to you, "Oh Darlin', I promise you, with or without the beard, I can have you be feelin' me for days."

You glare up at him through your eye lashes. Without any warning, you push Dean back on the bed, straddling his waist.

"Prove it."

Before Dean can react, you take the scarf from around your neck and force Dean's hands above his head, tying his hands together. Standing up, you watch him struggle against his binds, but you know there is no way he is getting out of that short of ripping the scarf. You give a low giggle, catching Dean's attention.

He glares at you, "Alright, not funny. Let me go."

You pretend to think for a moment, tapping your finger to your chin, "Hmmm, how about… no."

You lock your eyes with Dean's and slowly begin to strip off your clothes. Piece by piece, until you are down to your bra and panties

Running your hands up your body, you cup your breast through your bra and let out a low moan feeling your nipples pressing into the palm of your hands.

"Darlin' this is just cruel. Untie me… I wanna touch you." Dean groans, shift around.

Your eyes move down his body, over his smooth, bare chest, and quickly finding the tent forming in his sweatpants. You give him a sly look, unhooking your bar so it slowly falls to the floor.

"Good, you deserve to be punished for not telling me you were going to shave. Not giving me a chance to enjoy your beard one last time."

Hooking your fingers in the waist band of your panties, you slide them down your legs, kicking them to the side.

"Babe…" Dean rasps, pupils blown wide with lust.

You crawl up the bed, legs on each side of Dean's head, running your fingers through his soft curls. Your fingers twist in the strands, jerking his head back,

"Eat my pussy, Dean! I want you to fuck me with your tongue, make me cum all over your face!"

You press Dean's face into your cunt, tossing your head back with a load moan feeling his tongue swipe up your wet slit.

"Oh god! Yes Dean! Fuck!"

Dean moans into your cunt, sucking at the lips of pussy lips, moving up to suck your clit between his teeth. He nips at the bundle of nerve, making your hips jerk against his mouth. He licks up and down your slit, probing your wet hole with the tip of his tongue.

"AH yeah! Fuck me Dean. Yes, yes, oooo holy shit! Fuck me with your tongue. So fucking good!" You scream.

You look down to watch his face as you grind against his tongue. His nose bumping into your clit with each thrust of your hips. You nails scrap against his scalp, making Dean groan.

The sounds of slurping fill the room, mixing with your cries of pleasure.

"More, more Dean! Fuck, eat this pussy! So damn good with your tongue! Make me cum! I wanna cum all over your fuckin' face! God Dean! Yes!"

You lean back, hands resting on his chest, moving your pussy faster on his mouth.

Your word spur Dean on more. He wiggles his tongue as deep into your pussy as he can, fucking you like he would with his fingers or cock. Moving back to suckling on your clit and lower lips.

Your whole body begins to shake, gasping for air,

"DEAN! I'm cumming! Oh yes! Fuck, fuck, yes! Dean! I'm cumming!" you squeal, your legs tightening around Dean's head.

Dean slurps and licks up every drop, groaning at the taste of your juices on his tongue.

You flop back onto the bed, breathing hard, body tingling from your orgasmic high. The sound of ripping fabric catches your attention, but before you can react, Dean is hovering over you, pinning you to the bed,

"Now, it's my turn to have fun Kitten!"