On one particular evening, we hosted a party at our house. It was a vanilla event, but, as usual, much alcohol was consumed. As the night got late, mo...e and more guests said their goodnights and left. He had to work an early shift the next morning and she suggested that he spend the night at our house since we were very close to their work location. I agreed and went off to bed as she showed him to the guest room. I noticed that my wife did not join me immediately and seemed to be taking a long. "I'm gonna cum. Take it fleur. Take that load like a good slut." He groaned silently, trying not to attract attention.Fleur had moaned in pleasure silently as her belly filled with Harry's thick, protein rich cum. She massaged his balls, feeling the two jizz jars pulsing as they sent hot cum to his cockhead, which then fed the cum hungry veela straight into her stomach. She wouldn't need any cake afterwards, that was for sure. He let his cock ease from her throat and into her mouth where he. She’s seen the posters from France and some of the commercials you made there. I heard that your old buddy, Bill Hardy, was at her place with a film crew. He was the one that showed her group the pictures and asked their opinion.’ ‘No! That comes as a complete surprise! What will my parents think? I’ve placed them in an awkward position. My dad’s clients live around here. He’ll be upset, and with good reason. His daughter’s showing off her body to sell swim suits, music, and movies. I must look. For a moment, she was too startled to speak, then when she did try, relief and nerves made her voice little more than a croak. She swallowed and took a breath. ‘Clay? I’m over here.’ ‘Willow? Can you hear me?’ ‘Clay! I’m over here!’ This time her voice carried and a moment later, Clay came into view with his flashlight. She looked up and hoped she wasn’t crying. ‘Hi.’ He smiled and knelt down. ‘Hi there. You okay?’ She nodded once before launching herself at him and almost knocking them both.