Triana/Dean; teasing, dirty talk, cuckolding

>"Hey there, Deano, whatcha up to?"
>"Oh! I'm sorry, did I scare you? Aww, I'm sorry, it's okay. I didn't mean to, but it's not like your mind has a door I can knock on to announce I'm coming in."
>"Or does it? I'm not sure, actually, I'm not that far along in my magic training. Still, for the time being, I don't think you mind too much if I pop into your head every now and then, do you?"
>"No, of course not. Good. So what's on the agenda for tonight? Studying? Blech, boooring. I got a better idea.~"
>"Oh shush, Dean, you'll enjoy it. You always do, hmmhaha."
>"That's it, let your mind unfocus from the physical, and zero in on my voice. Are you seeing me now? Still blurry? Oh, Dean, I'm offended! The only reason my image should be blurry is if you don't remember what I look like."
>"I think I've visited your mind enough nights that you remember, don't you? Oh...no, are you trying to -not- think about me? I'd be hurt, if your feeble attempts weren't so cute!"
>"Here, I'll help you along. Think about my short bob of dark, dark, purple hair. So dark it's almost black, but that violent hue is brought out by the shine on my silky strands."
>"Think about my eyes. Dark irises contrasted against white, gazing out from behind my half closed, eye-shadowed, lids. I got a few new piercings, you know? Just above my left eyebrow. Two rings."
>"Yea, I was looking at the one I had in my right, thin, brow, and though I could do with some symmetry. Then once I had one in the left, I thought the asymmetry looked better, so I got another one. Ha! Just can't make up my mind, can I?"
>"Now where were we? Ah yes, my nose. My cute, button nose, with that stud I know you like. Tip upturned a bit. I used to hate my nose, think it was almost pig like, but you always liked it, didn't you? That's right..."
>"Next are my lips. Mmm, my lips. Can you just imagine my tongue sliding out between those plump purple tiers, moving left and right and getting them wet and shiny?"
>"You remember the ring I have in the middle of my bottom lip, right? The one you think about when you think about kissing me, wondering if it would hurt or if it would feel amazing. Here's a hint: it would feel amazing."
>"Of course, if we were making out, you wouldn't be thinking about my lip ring. You'd be thinking about my huge tits mashed against your chest. That's right, tits. You have to become less squeamish when I saw lewd things, Dean. They're not breasts; breasts are what babies suckle from. They're tits; tits are what men suck on, squeeze, massage, and stick their cock in between and fuck my deep cleavage."
>"Oh! You're getting really flustered now. Your mind is going a mile a minute, I might lose you. Okay, focus back up on me, alright? Good, there you are. Now where were we? Ah right, my tits. They've gotten bigger, you know? Amazing right, every time we talk they get a little bigger."
>"I haven't had time to go shopping, so I still have to wear my old clothes. Feels like my shirt is going to rip apart being stretched across my girls all day. Don't believe me? Here, look."
>"See how much I have to strain to pull my shirt down? You can almost hear the seams popping, can't you? Mmm, they do look good, though, don't they? Shirt half way down, exposing the creamy tops. Tits all snuggled together, creating this warm, inviting cleavage. Mmmm, what I wouldn't give to have a cock in between these puppies right about now..."
>"Uh oh, I know that thought. You think I mean yours? Oh, Dean, we've been over this. Sure, I'm sexually active now. I mean, really active. Men, women, it doesn't matter. It just feels so good, you know?"
>"Oh, well, I guess you wouldn't know. Look, it'll happen for you, eventually, I promise. Just, not with me. Never with me."
>"Aww, don't feel sad. It's not because I think you're not cute. You're adorable! It's just...well you know. You being one of the few guys I haven't fucked makes you special, you know?"
>"It's like Schrodinger's Cat, or I guess cock in this case, haha. You might be the best sex of my life, or the worst. So long as we don't have sex, it'll never be one or the other. That makes it special, don't you think?"
>"Mmm, thinking about all those cocks that have been inside me, it's getting me all hot, you know? Hey, think you can do me a favor?"
>"I want you to imagine a man to fuck me. Can you do that? A nice stud to give it to your childhood crush. It's your mind, I can't bring in anything but myself, so you have to do it."
>"Oh...oh! I think I see him coming in now. I wonder who it'll be...Wait, is that...oh my god! Hank?!"
>"Dean, did you just imagine Hank into your mind to come fuck me? Hahaha! Oh Dean, that's going to be a memorable day for your therapist when you tell her."
>"What? No no no! Don't fade him out. Bring him back. Theeere we go. Mmm, I forgot how cute he was. Maybe I should give him a ring next time I'm in New York? Three of us could get together, you could treat us to a dinner and a show, and then afterwards I'll take Hank back to your place and we'll fuck all night. You can listen in if you want. I don't mind."
>"Alright, enough gabbin, let's get stabbin'! Bring that studmuffin over here."
>"Damn, Dean! Is he really that hung, or is this just your insecurities packing him with a few extra inches? Doesn't matter, works out for me, regardless. Alright, bring him on over. Mmm."
>"Ah...ah...oh god...yesss, oh he feels so good inside of me. Thank you, Dean. Thank you for having your brother fuck me. Ooooh god it's sooo good."
>"Yes! Yes! Oh keep fucking me, just like that! Dean, it feels so good! Look how hard he's fucking me. How he's making my tits bounce. Oooh!"
>"Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh fuuuuck. Dean, just imagine how good it would feel for him, too. My tight, warm, pussy squeezing around him. My thick thighs hugging his waist as I lock my ankles behind him. Faster! Faster!"
>"Oh shit, oh shit, here I come, oh shiiiit YES!"
>"Ah...ah...ho boy, good job Dean. You directed him well. Ha...ha...Oh, well don't get too excited. That doesn't mean I want to fuck you now. I think this situation works, don't you?"
>"Hey, look, about before, when I said you'd find someone to fuck you? I lied. I mean maybe you could, but I don't want you to. Virgin cum, that stuff is very potent in magic, and you're going to be my little nuclear reactor, okay?"
>"It'll be great, I swear. I mean, sure, I'll still be getting fucked on a daily basis, and you won't be, but it'll be great, honest. I'll let you bathe me, massage my feet. I'll even use that cute face of yours to get off. Just shove your head right up against my cunt and keep you there until you pass out, haha."
>"And hey, if you're good, maybe I'll even get some of that cum straight from the tap. Just suck it right out, let it spray all over my tits...Whoa! Did you just cum in your pants at the mere thought of that? Oh you are a gold mine, Dean!"
>"But remember, only if you're good. That means finding me a good stud to fuck me, even if it's your brother. Oh, and Brock. Definitely get Brock to rail me. Oh, and that busty villain that hangs out with the butterfly guy, Dr. whatever. Mmm, I'd bet you'd love to see our tits pressed together, wouldn't you?
>"You can watch, if you want. And if you behave yourself, I might even let you jerk it while I get banged. Doesn't that sound fun?"
>"Mmm, of course it does. Alright, I have to go now. Kim is coming over. You remember Kim, right? She promised she was bringing a stud over. We're going to use him, abuse him, and lose him. Just ride his face and cock all night."
>"Anyway, I'll talk to you tomorrow, sweetie! Good night!"