“But I don’t want to leave you,” she says. “I’m perfectly happy to stay here and please you, Master.”“Yes, I know you are,” he concede.... “But once we leave this room, you may have a different opinion.”“Why, Master?” she asks, sliding up against him, purring.“Just trust me,” he says, pulling away from her and then yanking on the chain.“Should I get dressed first?” she asks. “Or would your father prefer me naked?”“Naked is the better option,” he says. “Otherwise my father may have other ideas.”“I. "Ronnie gave the boy a withering look. "Maybe you should give your mother a hand." I am fine." Jasmine insisted, and Henry gave their guide a shrug.The brunette's hazel eyes smouldered under her pixie cut and she seemed to be about to say something when she let out a long sigh. "Alright, whatever you guys say. This way, come on."Towering over his mother and the receptionist by at least a foot or more, Henry nonetheless enjoyed the view as they followed Ronnie through the labyrinthine corridors. He watched me for some time before getting back on the bed and rubbed his hard dick against me. I moaned as he entered me, and it almost felt too damn good. He held my neck gently, the way I wanted him to, and I clinged onto his arm. I told him that, "it feels so good," and I felt his dick get a little harder.He pulled out to spit on me and went down on me. I was shaking and moaning from pleasure, and pulled on the bedsheets. I almost felt like crying from all the pleasure. He stuck one finger. "Please," she whispered. "Just give me a minute. You're much bigger than my husband." That seemed to placate Harry, especially so when she began pushing down on him again. Inch by inch, Harry slid into Draco's wife as she impaled herself on him. When would it end, she wondered? How could he be so long, so thick? No wonder Ginny shared this with other witches. Could she even keep up with her husband? She gasped and moaned as she slid down, hand still around her lover's manhood, feeling her.