Aur doodh peene ke baad hum dono nashe mein vaise hi so gaye. Jab mujhe ek ghante baad hosh aaya toh dekha soni mere upar laiti thhi aur mera lunn usk... garam choot ke andar thhaMaine Soni ko udhaya aur use ek french kiss diya “mmmuuuhhhaa” uske baad maine uski choot chaati aur usse fir se mood mein le aa ya usne moaning karni start kardi “ahhhhhh ohhh yeaaa aaah ah ah ah oh bro oooh yeah meeaaa h yeah” fir kuch derr chut chaatne ke baad maine uski left leg apne left shoulder par aur right leg. Another wave of her wand, and she had parchment as well. She handed the quill to Harry."You're not one for words," said Ginny. "Take my dictation, and try not to blot the parchment too much."Ever since Christmas, Harry had become increasingly accustomed to such treatment from Ginny. At first he had thought it was her way of being endearingly humorous. But of late he had come to the realization that at some level, Ginny believed herself his superior, and that it was only right and proper that. He likes it. So do I. Swapping over. Into my face. I'm fucking tired. I don't know...it became morning. He's not awake.I mouth him again. He likes it.He wants to give me somethingI want him to hurt me.I want to hurt so much.I want to be hurt more than I want to be made better. More than I want to go home.I want to be back in the forest, in the rain. Tied. Whipped. Bleeding. I want it just to continue. No being made better. No comfy bed. (Even if I like it). I don't know what the fuck I'll say. Lifting her legs placing them both over his shoulders he went almost into turbo, his cock was now thrusting in and out of her as if it was compelled by steam.Her cries could be heard from one side of the park to the other, but they were cries of pleasure, not pain. Orgasm followed orgasm, never had sex been like this for her, reaching up she clasped his neck, aiding her hips plunging upwards meeting his every stab utilizing her inner needs she knew conclusion was near, she was ready, her pussy.