He was really slamming up against the other wall. His hand was on his cock. He grinned as he thrust more violently. Pausing, his face contorted and...I saw him cum all over his stomach and down his legs. After which he relaxed. Slowly he pulled away from the other wall.Regaining a little composure, he said to me, “I got to get my three doses of seed a day. My wife insists. Actually,” he said in a hush voice, “this is load number six for me. Don’t tell her.”“I won’t,” I said. “Is she here. She fidgeted, shifting her weight from one stiletto heal to the other as she waited for his next instruction. Her picture on the bondage classified site didn’t do her justice. He felt a little stirring in his lap and decided it was time to get started.“Drop the coat. Go over to the bed. Put on the collar first.”Without hesitation, she did as she was told. She held the end of the leash out to him. “Bring me the cuffs and the ball gag. In your mouth. Show me you’re my bitch. Crawl.”She picked. As he neared he could see the rise of the red silk near her tummy, her womb already nurturing the first of the potter heirs. Pregnancy had suited her well ( Though she often told her female friends how Harry’s c***dren were too much like their father to give her the usual symptoms of pregnancy. There had been no nausea, back pains or tiredness from the baby) adding a shine to her face and her long flaming red hair. Her full soft lips were fixed in a soft smile as she sat there proudly, moving. One of the storage lockers had been knocked open, and supplies were scattered across the deck. One of the windows had shattered outwards and glass glinted along the side of the ship. One of the engine compartments had flipped open and sparks seemed to be flying from it every few seconds. The hatch in the center of the deck opened and Skylar tugged himself out, groaning.“Do you know what life is like in a paint can?” he asked, sounding dizzy.“A paint can?” Xee asked.“You get shaken to fuck!”.