When Dean entered the bar, he immediately scanned the crowd for hot chicks. His sparkling green eyes set upon a hot blonde in a tight red dress, sitting alone. He sauntered over to her and sat down beside her.
"Hey, my name's Dean," he said to her, flashing his trademark seductive smile.
"Savannah," she gasped at his smile.
They flirted for awhile over beers before Savannah seductively cooed, "I'm getting tired of the bar. Do you want to go somewhere more private?"
Smirking, Dean threw some money down on the counter before leading her to his Impala.
It was half past midnight when they arrived at his room. When she saw the other bed she asked, "What about your roommate?"
"It's fine, he'll be gone for hours," he told her, radiating confidence.
Savannah sure didn't waste any time! She threw off her heels and rubbed up against him, asking him to undo her dress. Dean undid it, already hard and watched as it slid off her curves.
Turning her back to him, she unclasped her bra and pushed off her panties. Then she slowly turned and walked over to him as he began to pant. Savannah yanked off his shirt and ran her hands over his hard muscles before sinking down on her knees to unbuckle his belt and his jeans. She pushed down both his pants and boxers and without preamble, slipped her mouth around his cock.
He let out a gasp at the feel of her hot wet mouth around him and moaned when she released him to lay herself out on his bed, legs opened invitingly. Dean ripped his pants off completely and tossed them across the room. He then, climbed on top of her, playing with her wonderful perky nipples as she bit him on the his neck, jaw and lips, drawing blood.
Finally Savannah could take no more and pleaded for him to fuck her senseless. He complied, slipping inside her easily she was so wet. After the first few tentative thrusts, he sped up and began to pound into her. Both of them were too engrossed in each other to notice what happened next.
