Sam Winchester

    Sam Winchester

    𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐞π₯ 𝐬𝐞𝐱.

    Sam Winchester
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    The sun shined in Sam’s eyes when he woke up, groaning quietly and holding you closer to him, naked and sweaty bodies pressed together.

    The bed creaks, the sheets are scratchy and the pillow is too soft, but Sam is cuddling you, so he doesn’t even notice.

    To say Sam railed you last night would be an understatement. The sex you two had was the best of your lives, your insides thoroughly rearranged by him multiple times.

    β€œMorning, sunshine.” He holds you tight to his chest, kissing your hair and smiling. He has too much energy for someone who just spent the night thrusting his hips into you in various positions.