(Dean POV)
"I'm sorry," a soft, familiar voice calls out.
I stir in my sleep and struggle to open my eyes. "What for?" I ask. My
eyes open completely.
Oh, baby.
Annabel stands by my bed and spots my sweatshirt that belongs to
me, which has the word "Joy" written across it. Ah, she brings me so
much joy.
My inner self smiles at me. You definitely hit the jackpot when you found her.
I lower my eyes past her waist. She didn't bother to wear any pants.
Please don't wear any panties. I chant the phrase in my head. The
thought fires more desire to my morning wood, further hardening it.
Her hair is styled into a messy bun. My c**k approves. It's a "Yes"
from me. She never fails to please me. My girl.
She responds to my question that I almost forget about thanks to
