Leah could taste the sweat worked up during the show still salty and fresh on his full, pink upper lip. The taste was delicious! "Does it matter?" she...asked, pulling away from his tasty mouth. "Stop asking obvious questions." In seconds Leah had his belt, button, and zipper on his jeans undone with one hand, never breaking eye contact. She could already tell his cock was hard from the bulge pushing against his zipper. She pushed the denim to his knees, leaving his boxers on. Leah's hand reached. "My my. Look at that big hard cock" she said. He was painfully aware that he was now fully erect, his scrotum tight and his prick twitching. "Keep your head still" she whispered and straddled him, her knees either side of his head. She rested her left hand on his chest and used her right to play with her pussy, the wet sounds of her masturbation mingling with her involuntary moans in the quiet of the room. Her pussy was inches away from his face and he could see every detail. He felt an. Such is these things; one action leads to a chain of reactions. My hand floated up her top and made a firm push against her breast. She then lessened her grip and start stroking the length of my shaft. I made a soft squeeze of her breast and began to kiss at the side of her neck.I heard a small moan gasp from her throat. I proceeded to slide my hand down from her breast, grazing it along her skin of her side. I slipped my thumb under her waist, taking grip of her pants, I started tugging down.. “Oh…ugh…oh shit…what are you doing to me Harry,” Nymphadora said.The wizard did not answer. Harry’s mouth kissed and suckled along his woman’s neck as he continued to work his hardness between her buns. The Potter male loved the sensation of his woman’s bowels massaging his prick while he slid in and out of her depths. To the perceptive dragon Rider the scents coming from his mate’s body were intoxicating. From the thoughts the witch was projecting Harry knew his two women found him just as.