Harry wrapped his tail around the pole, slowly sliding down it. His legs spread, which were covered in silk and lace stockings, jet black, held up by a black, lace, garter belt. He ran his hand up his thigh, biting his lip. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, biting your lip softly. Your bulge pushed uncomfortably hard against your jeans, slowly palming yourself through your jeans. Please, the hybrid breathed out, slowly standing up again, running his hands up his legs. He slowly walked closer, straddling you, his lips instantly connecting with your neck. You groaned softly, pulling his his down, grinding hard on them. He slowly pulled your hair, moaning quietly against your skin, sucking and gently nipping with his sharp teeth.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 02:56:00 +0000
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