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Beyond The Rules: Chapter 21
🕑 Added 2024-03-05 16:30:01 +0000 UTC“Alright then, let’s continue where we left off,” Harry remarked as the women lined up in front of him once again. “Turn around please. I’d like a nice look under the light.”
They obliged eagerly, turning around and presenting their backs to him. Clad in nothing but their sexy panties, they were testing his self-control, tempting him to do whatever he wanted.
Harry resisted though as he approached Astoria, smirking when she gasped at his touch. He ran his hands over her bare arse cheeks, gently caressing and fondling them before he smacked, watching the supple flesh jiggle enticingly.
“You have a very cute arse, Tori,” he praised, squeezing her cheeks and feeling them up. “A nice curve and very soft skin. A guy would love to fuck you from behind just for the sexy view.”
“I hope this guy would do it soon,” she whispered, glancing at him over her shoulder with lust-filled eyes.
“We’ll see,” he smirked and delivered a soft slap on each of her cheeks, making her grin nastily. He moved on, finding himself standing behind Daphne.
The blonde was blessed in every way imaginable, and that included her delectable arse.
“I think the word curvaceous falls short of describing your arse, love,” Harry remarked huskily as he gently caressed her cheeks. “I’ve told you numerous times before, but I’ll say it again. You have one sexy arse, Daph.”
Daphne mewled in pleasure as her lover began to fondle her arse. He pinched the supple flesh and sank his fingers into her as he examined her peachy rear.
“I often find myself wondering about it whenever we fuck,” Harry continued. “How could you have an arse so soft and yet so firm at the same time? I bet I could bounce a galleon off these babies if I tried.”
With a final squeeze, Harry stepped to the side and found himself standing behind the mother of the previous two.
“Ahh, Eve,” he smirked as he stood behind her, snapping the elastic band of her panties against her rear. “If there was ever an arse made for spanking, it’s this one right here.”
The blonde MILF moaned as her lover delivered a firm spank on her arse, sending her pliant flesh jiggling, to his delight. Harry heard her and smirked.
“Is this a weak spot, love? A pleasure point?” He asked, delivering another pair of spanks on each of her cheeks. The woman moaned after every strike, pushing her rear backward as if silently telling him to not let up.
“As I said,” Harry smirked. “Perfectly round and oh so firm… these are shouting at me in invitation to spank them. I bet a bloke would have a dandy time striking these cheeks, just to have his red handprints leave a mark on them.”
The cheeks were already red, and Evelyn moaned as Harry delivered a final spank on her arse. He pinched her cheeks, and she sighed when he moved over to Tracey who was hungrily staring at him over her shoulder.
Amused, Harry gently turned her face straight ahead and grabbed her rear.
“And finally, we get to dear Trace,” Harry said huskily as he squeezed her arse. His fingers covered as much of the surface as they could and he massaged her fleshy rear, pressing his thumbs between her cheeks. The tips were touching the thin material of her panties wedged right over her rear door. “You, love, have such a soft arse that a bloke could squeeze his fingers and forget himself in the feeling.”
He could feel her wetness on the flimsy fabric covering her womanhood and he did not shy away from letting himself run his thumb over her moist knickers. The brunette shuddered in pleasure.
“An arse perfect for squeezing, perfect for grabbing firmly during a fuck, no matter what the position might be,” Harry continued squeezing her arse and Tracey eagerly pressed back against his palms, desperate for him to keep touching and fondling her.
To her disappointment, Harry pulled his hands off her and stepped back, retaking his position near the couch.
“You all can turn around now,” he called out.
All four women were visibly aroused and squirming in their place, and the wet patch between their legs was more pronounced now.
“All of you have great arses, and you know I’d love nothing more than to get lost in feeling you up,” he smirked, making them chuckle. “But there’s one I think that stands out. Someone who has such a magnificent arse after giving birth to two beautiful women. Eve, you win this one.”
The blonde MILF grinned, elated, as the others chuckled.
“Figures,” Astoria remarked. “He sure loves to spank.”
“Guilty as charged,” Harry replied, grinning. “We can have a nice session if you’d like.”
The women grinned from their spots, cocking their hips to the side.
“What’s next then?” Astoria asked, smiling slyly. “Pussies, or legs?”
“Legs,” Harry replied. “Let’s save the big one for the last.”
“As you wish.”
Harry smirked and regarded them as he took a seat on the couch.
“For this, I’ll be judging how sexy your legs look, and how smooth they feel, among a few other criteria. Tori, if you’d come here first.”
The brunette nodded and stepped daintily toward him, coming to a stop right in front of his face between his legs.
“A step back, Tori. This baby has to wait,” he smirked, running a finger over the front of her panties. She gave him a sultry grin and stepped back. “Lift one leg and place it right here.”
The brunette obliged, lifting her left leg and placing it on his thigh.
Harry gently ran his hands over her legs, starting from her toes and climbing higher until he was well past her knees and rubbing her thighs. Her breathing slowly grew labored as she watched him caress her leg.
“Nice and smooth. I could keep caressing these for hours without getting bored,” he complimented, making her smirk. He gave her thigh a soft squeeze and patted. She pulled her leg off and lifted the right one, placing it on his lap. He repeated the process, easily smelling her arousal as her pussy was mere inches away from his face.
“You have lovely legs, Tori,” he smiled. “One could easily get addicted to stroking these.”
Tori moaned as she felt his fingers touching her core over the flimsy wet fabric of her panties when he was caressing her thigh, and Harry gently patted her. Aroused, she slowly pulled her leg off his lap and stepped back. She turned around, giving him a wonderful view of her perky rear, and walked over to join the others.
“Daph,” Harry smiled, and Daphne grinned. She swayed seductively as she approached him, and Harry felt as if he was a prey she was stalking, and truth be told, he wouldn’t mind being one for her either.
Just as he had done with her sister, Harry caressed her legs one by one, feeling up her toned legs. He played around with her toes for a bit, sharing a seductive grin with the blonde, before he climbed upward and started fondling her thighs. His fingers inched closer and closer to her scantily clad pussy, and he could smell her strong scent of arousal. She was so horny, and he could feel his cock straining against its confines as well.
“Fuck, Harry…” she moaned softly as she felt his fingers press against her core when he was caressing her inner thigh. Harry smirked and ventured downward, earning a disappointed sigh from the blonde beauty.
“Patience, love,” he whispered, dropping a soft kiss on her inner thigh. “You have really long and toned legs. Statuesque, that’s the word, I think.”
He slowly pulled back, and Daphne smiled at him as she walked back, swaying her hips seductively as she took her place with the others.
“Eve,” Harry nodded, and the busty bombshell of a woman walked forward with a confident gait. Harry was elated to see how easily and quickly she had become comfortable with this dynamic, but then this was a woman who had raised confident women in Daphne, Astoria, and even Tracey. Those three had to get it from someone.
The aroma of sex was permeating the room when Evelyn came closer, and Harry’s eyes were affixed to her flimsy panties. Her swollen lips had enveloped the wet fabric, making it push inside her quim. She stepped closer, spreading her legs and bending slightly as Harry’s hands reached up on her thick thighs. His fingers were touching her barely covered pussy, and as he glanced up, he saw the invitation in her eyes.
Harry was happy to oblige, and he pressed his fingers firmly against her pussy lips, pushing the damp material of her panties even further between them.
“You’ve taken such good care of yourself, and that includes your lovely legs,” Harry complimented, caressing her legs from top to bottom.
A thrum of pleasure shot through Evelyn at his remark and she pressed herself lover, making him push his fingers further against her pussy.
“I don’t think we’re at that stage yet,” Harry smirked as he pulled his hands down. “Just a few minutes more. Don’t be impatient now.”
He patted her thigh, allowing her to leave, and turned toward Tracey who smirked as she swayed over, her pillowy rear cocking from side to side as she came closer.
Even as she walked, Harry stared at her long and toned legs that seemed to stretch on forever.
“Just as statuesque as Daph,” he complimented as Tracey lifted her left leg and placed it between his legs, mere inches from his hard prick. Harry reached out, caressing her leg, and smirked when she breathed raggedly as he ran his hands over her inner thigh. “And so smooth as well. You love your legs, I can tell.”
Tracey stood, breathing raggedly, as she felt his fingers gently brush over her wet entrance. He did not press or probe, and she sorely wished he did.
He patted her thigh, and Tracey pulled her leg off, placing the other one. She loved how he was touching her all over, and feeling bold, she gently rubbed her toes over the outline of his erection.
Harry gave her a smirk and brushed his fingers over her pussy again.
“You have lovely legs, Trace,” he whispered, taking a long whiff of her incredible arousal as he slid his hands down her leg. “A bloke would love the feeling of your legs wrapped around him as he pounded into you.”
“I can hardly wait,” she replied lustfully as she pulled her leg off and walked back to join the others.
Harry ran his eyes over their barely clothed figures and took a deep breath.
“I love all your legs,” he said. “But as I said, one of you has legs so fine that a bloke would love nothing more than to have them wrapped around his back. Congrats, Trace. You win this round.”
The brunette grinned.
“And as I said, I can hardly wait,” she replied.
Harry smirked and leaned back on the couch, staring at them.
“And now, we’re down to the final one. One you all have been so eager to get to,” he remarked, eyeing them up and down. “I don’t think I need to spell it out, do I?”
The women stared at him in amusement, and Daphne took charge.
“I assume you want us to take these off?” She asked, snapping the elastic waistband of her lace panties against her skin. Harry merely nodded with a smirk.
“Then it’s only fair if you follow suit as well,” she replied, arms crossed under her tits.
“As my dear daughter just said,” Evelyn joined in with a smirk. Astoria and Tracey nodded in agreement.
“Why not?” He replied easily. They all knew what this was anyway. It was nothing but a game disguised as a contest to discover who was the sexiest of them all, and it seemed they were getting to the main event soon.
He stood up and took his remaining clothes off within seconds. His erect manhood sprang free of its confines and all four of them stared unblinkingly.
“It ain’t anything new for you to be so mesmerized,” Harry called out in amusement.
“Shush,” Astoria replied. Just as he had been running his eyes all over their bodies, they were ogling him now, and Harry let them. They had all the right, after all.
“I did as you asked. Your turn now.”
At once, they obliged, and Harry watched as their panties slid down their legs and pooled by their feet. As one, they bent over, picked up their wet panties, and threw them toward him one after the other. Harry easily caught them mid-air, taking a long whiff from each. His cock lurched and hardened even more, both at the intoxicating smell and the sight of their naked pussies, and their arousal intensified even more as they took in the lewd sight of their lover sniffing their panties.
Harry threw their panties where their bras were and stared at their exposed pussies.
“Let’s start with you, Trace,” he urged, and the brunette walked toward him. Harry took her hand and lowered her on the couch, facing him.
“You call can come and watch if you want,” he said without looking behind at the others as he positioned her on the couch so that her legs were spread apart and raised high in the air, exposing her gushing pink pussy.
“This is the position I want you all in,” Harry told them, and he stepped aside as the women took their places on the wide couch. Evelyn took her place beside Tracey, followed by her eldest and her youngest taking the furthest edge. All four women lay on the couch with their backs pressing against it. Their heaving tits pushed against their thighs as they kept their legs hiked in the air, exposing their most sacred spots for his pleasure.
“Very nice,” Harry nodded, eagerly feasting on the sight in front of him. “There’s no sight better than this.”
All four were gushing, their arousal evident, and Harry longed to reach out and touch them, taste them, and pleasure them as much as he could. He refrained though, obliging the spirit of this game they were playing, and got down on his knees in front of Tracey.
“Forgive me if I don’t shower your lovely pussies with as many praises as I did with the rest,” he whispered, leaning closer. “I’ve got something much better to occupy my mouth with.”
All the women were staring around, enthralled. Harry knew they had never seen a sight quite like this before, and truth be told, neither had he.
He reached up and gently caressed the trim she had gotten for them, running his fingers along the initials. It seemed Evelyn was not the only one to think about this.
Her pussy was glistening with her juices well before Harry even touched her. Without wasting another moment, he reached forward and ran a finger across her pussy lips, pressing just enough to let her juices cover it.
“Ahh yes…” the brunette groaned as her lips parted, exposing her dripping pink slit.
“Lovely,” he whispered, leaning closer. Tracey’s eyes were firmly on him and she watched him take a long whiff of her sexual aroma, shuddering when he exhaled hot air against her wetness. Harry glanced up and smirked. “Smells real nice as well.”
“Will you shut up already!” An impatient Tracey cried out and pushed his face into her pussy.
‘Guess the game’s over,’ Harry smirked and eagerly went to work. He started licking all around her wet labia, tasting her arousing juices as he teased her heartily, avoiding any sort of contact with her pussy.
Evelyn, Daphne, and Astoria watched lustfully as their lover ate her out. Try as they might they could not help but touch themselves, wishing he’d be done with her soon so that he could shower them with the same attention.
Harry ran his tongue around her pussy, sucking and licking her wet lips as he kept her legs spread apart with his hands. Tracey’s hands were firmly pressing him against her core, desperate to feel his mouth on her pussy.
“Do it, Harry! Please!” She cried out pleadingly, and Harry glanced up with a smirk.
“I guess I’ve got no choice if you plead like that,” he remarked and dove back in.
“Oh fuck!” Tracey wailed as Harry clamped his lips around the engorged nub right over her pussy. His tongue pushed forward, flicking her clit furiously as he sucked hard. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
The brunette kept crying out in sheer euphoria as Harry worked her clit up. She knew if he continued on the trajectory he was on, he would make her orgasm without even touching her pussy.
Fortunately for her, Harry had different ideas. He relented, pulling his mouth off her clit, and glanced up at her flushed face.
“How close are you?” He asked with a grin.
“Too close… ohh…”
“Nice,” he grinned, and Tracey’s eyes bugged out as his tongue started vibrating against her clit and he pushed two fingers inside her at the same time.
“Harryyy!” She cried out loud, and Harry felt her push him down against her firmly. Her orgasmic juices showered his digits, shooting out and hitting him square in the chin as she shivered.
Harry fingered her through her orgasm, continuously sucking her clit harshly and giving her no respite. He kept a firm hold on her thigh with his other hand, holding her firmly in place as she shivered in the aftermath of what was undoubtedly the quickest orgasm of her life.
Slowly, Harry pulled back and regarded her. His dear girl was a hot mess, with her lustrous blonde hair clinging to her skin as she lay with her eyes half-open and gazing at him with nothing but sheer adoration.
“You feel and taste lovely, Trace,” he whispered as he pushed himself so that his face was level with hers. She met him halfway in a searing kiss, tasting herself on his lips. As Harry pulled back, he grinned.
“Be back soon,” he told her, and Tracey sighed as he moved to her left in front of Evelyn who had been squeezing her breast with one hand while the other was occupied with her pussy.
“I see you’ve started already,” he smirked as he leaned closer to her pussy, seeing how pink it already was. Her vaginal juices were smeared around her lower lips as she pushed three fingers in and out of her at a furious pace. “I hope you’ve left something for me?”
Evelyn moaned as Harry parted her folds and ran a finger across her slit.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take it up from here,” he smirked and dove right in. She groaned in pleasure at the feeling of his tongue as it pushed past her vaginal lips and straight against her slit.
Unlike Tracey, Harry let his mouth feast on her pussy, licking and sucking her furiously as he drove her to her orgasm. He knew she was close given how she was writhing already.
“You taste brilliant, love,” he said lustfully before he resumed eating her out. He could feel her moaning and crying out words of encouragement, urging him to make her cum, and Harry eagerly obliged, flicking the hood atop her pussy and brushing against her clit.
“FUCK!” Evelyn cried out, wrapping her legs around his neck as she pulled him firmly against her pussy while simultaneously pushing herself against him. All the while, Harry furiously ate her out, pushing his tongue as deep inside her pussy as he could. His lips kissed her lower lips, sucking firmly, and all Evelyn could do was keep asking him to not let up.
“Oh yeah! Oh Harry!” Evelyn screamed as Harry’s tongue started vibrating inside her pussy, sending her pleasure into overdrive. She tightened her hold around him, pulling him even deeper, as Harry continued to devour her pussy with his mouth. His fingers furiously rubbed her slit, flicking and pressing the sensitive engorged nub, and it didn’t take long for her to descend into an inferno of carnal pleasure.
“Harryyyy!” Evelyn wailed, shivering violently, as her orgasm coursed through her. She rocked on the couch, moaning and crying, as she kept a firm hold on his hair and humped her pussy against his mouth.
Harry’s mouth was awash with her orgasmic juices and he lapped away eagerly. He pulled his hand off her clit and his mouth off her pussy as he ascended. Evelyn had no respite as three of his fingers plunged deep inside her orgasmic pussy, fingering her through her orgasm, as he slammed his lips against hers in a furious kiss. The blonde MILF tasted herself entirely from his mouth, their tongues rolling around heatedly as they kissed.
Breathless and sweaty, Evelyn shivered in the aftermath of her climax, and only when she went slack did Harry pull away, gazing at the mess she was with a satisfied smirk.
“Having such a magnificent pussy even after birthing two kids… you sure are something, Eve,” he whispered against her lips, pecking her for the final time, as he got up, leaving her lying on the couch limply. She sighed and leaned against Tracey who was not faring any better. Both their lower lips were swollen and looked inflamed as if they had the most intense orgasms of their lives. In a sense, they certainly had.
Standing between the two, Harry stared at the sisters with a lecherous grin.
“I can’t get over how alike you two are in this department,” he remarked, staring at their bald pussies that looked so much alike. “I just can’t wait to have you here, my love.”
Daphne smiled at Harry as he dropped to his knees and leaned close to her virgin pussy. Until now, they had always done oral or anal, but now that the betrothal was final, they both could hardly wait.
“Go on,” she encouraged, spreading her legs as wide as she could, and Harry smiled.
“You are so delicate down here,” he whispered adoringly as he ran a finger over her labia, rubbing her juices on his thumb. He leaned closer and took a long whiff. “You smell intoxicating.”
“It all belongs to you, my love,” she whispered, earning a smile from him.
“Ready?”
She nodded, and Harry leaned closer. Daphne groaned as she felt him lick all around her pussy before he took the outer edge of her lips in his mouth and started sucking the sensitive skin. His tongue flicked her lips, making her moan and mewl under his ministrations. His lips caressed her sensitive skin, stimulating her fast.
Daphne was not new to having her pussy played with, but it either involved something she conjured or her fingers. Harry was the only man who had ever come close to seeing or touching her like this, and he was all she wanted.
“Harry…” she moaned. “It feels so good, love.”
“You just enjoy, babe,” he breathed against her hot wetness as he smeared all her juices around her pussy with his fingers.
Harry felt like taking things slow with Daphne. He took his time, tasting her delicious pussy as he licked and sucked her. He loved how she tasted; the flavor of her steadily flowing vaginal juices was very different from her mother or Tracey. Eagerly, he lapped away, treating her to the same feast as he did with Tracey a few minutes ago.
Not unlike her best friend, Daphne was also reduced to a begging and pleading mess. He kept teasing her, pulling back at the very last moment until she was almost whimpering in anticipation and need.
“Please, Harry… do it…” she pleaded. And not unlike her best friend, Harry could not turn her request down.
He felt her slit, taking stock of how wet she was, and once he was sure, he plunged two fingers inside her at once. Daphne cried out in pleasure, her back arching, as she accepted his intrusion eagerly. Harry started to piston his fingers in and out of her and slowly intensified the pace of his fingering.
“You like?” He asked, smirking when she nodded frantically. “Then you’ll love this.”
He planted his lips right atop her clit and Daphne wailed aloud when she felt his tongue vibrate right on top of the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her breathing gradually grew labored as she bucked against him, enduring the double assault of both his fingers and his tongue modified with Parseltongue.
Harry knew his Daphne could be wild, and he was treated to a demonstration mere moments later. Her orgasm hit, and it drove her through the roof. Her back arched, pushing her entirely off the couch, and her pussy pressed against his mouth with such ferocity that Harry had to use his hand to balance himself lest he topple over. He did not let up as he plunged another finger inside her while furiously deploying his Parseltongue ability on her clit.
“Ohh Harryyyy!” Daphne wailed aloud, and Harry knew she had climaxed. He was rewarded with a thick, creamy release of her orgasmic juices that coated his fingers entirely and he pulled them out. Leaving her clit to relax, he began lapping away at her release, pushing his slick fingers toward her. He immediately felt her lips wrap and start sucking his fingers off, and he furiously ate her orgasmic pussy out.
Panting in the aftermath of her orgasm, all Daphne could do was stare at him with love, adoration, and supreme satisfaction shining in her brilliant blue orbs as he gazed back at her.
“I love you so much!”
Harry grinned and leaned closer, kissing her lovingly. He let her taste herself on his lips, just like the others, and he pulled back after a short while, leaning his forehead against hers.
“I love you too, my lovely queen,” he replied, making her giggle. She patted his chest gently and Harry pulled away.
Glancing to the side, he shared a smirk with a sultry Astoria and moved over to her. The brunette was already in position by the time he arrived, and he unabashedly stared at her delicate petals.
“Ready, my little vixen?” Harry asked as he took his place between her legs.
“You bet,” Astoria grinned. “I can’t wait.”
“Impatient, aren’t we?” Harry teased. “What would you like? Wild like Trace and Eve, or slow and sensual like Daph?”
“Fuck, that’s a hard choice,” Astoria chuckled, shaking in anticipation. “You do what you think is best.”
“Well, let’s see how it goes then,” Harry smirked and trailed circles around her bare pussy with his fingers. He leaned forward to sample her smell and took a deep, long whiff.
“How is it?” She asked eagerly.
“Addictive, just like you,” he replied, making her preen. She looked excited. Her pussy lips were slick and shining with her vaginal juices and Harry ran his fingers up and down the edges of her labia, smearing the entire area.
Astoria watched with bated breath, her eyes affixed at the sight. Harry teased her entrance, parting her delicate lips open and slipping a finger inside. Immediately, her pussy lips clenched around his finger, her inner walls pulsating around it as she rocked her ass against him, forcing him to finger her.
“I love your fingers in me,” she whispered. “But I wish it was your dick instead.”
Harry’s cock had been rock-hard for a while now and he knew he would explode in no time after everything that had happened between them in the past hour.
“Soon,” he replied and attacked her pussy in the same way he had treated Evelyn. He pulled his finger out of her and planted his mouth right against her pussy, probing her entrance and sliding his tongue inside her. He met no resistance as her pussy opened up eagerly like the lover that he was, and he furiously started to suck and lick her pussy, eating her out.
“Fuck yes!” Astoria cried out, grabbing his hair in her fists as she pressed his mouth firmly against her pussy.
Emboldened and realizing what kind of treatment she wanted, he started to vibrate his tongue inside her pussy, sending her head-first into a river of pleasure. She had no moment of respite, however, as he flicked her clit and start to tease and stroke the sensitive nub. Even then, she was given no time to calm down as he reached up and started to play with her puffy and sensitive nipples.
The three-way assault sent rivulets of pleasure throughout her entire being. Her ultra-sensitive nipples sent jolts of ecstasy through her nerves, intensifying the stimuli she experienced from his other hand and his mouth working up her clit and her pussy respectively. Harry had to keep her firmly on the couch with his hands as she bounced her pert little arse all over the fucking couch wildly.
“Fuck! Oh fuck! You’re so good!” She cried out as Harry gently nibbled on her pussy lips as he teased her. She jerked her pussy against his mouth, twisting and turning violently, and it took all he had in his position to keep her pressed firmly on the couch. The other three watched lustfully as their lover pleasured the youngest of them all.
Astoria could feel her climax approaching at a breakneck pace and she had no time to warn him.
“Ohhhhhh! FUUUCCCKKKK!” She wailed out loud, her body convulsing, as her pussy jerked against his mouth repeatedly. Harry felt her love juices shoot in his mouth, and it was on par with Daphne’s intensity. He sucked and swallowed her orgasmic juices, keeping his mouth firmly over her pussy as he played with her nipples and squeezed her tits. They were jutting out and were the hardest he had ever felt. Feeling naughty, he pinched her nipples, and she cried out in pleasure.
Shivering, Astoria lay on the couch and her legs dropped on his shoulders, Harry pushed them off as he rose, planting his lips on hers. They kissed heatedly, and Harry made her taste herself on his lips and tongue.
“Morgana…” She breathed heavily. “That was intense!”
“Innit?” Harry grinned as he leaned back and caressed her naked tits once again. “Next time, it’s going to be your nipples and nothing else.”
Astoria gave him a lecherous grin as she caught her breath.
With a soft grunt, Harry stood up and regarded the four women who were slowly recovering from their intense orgasms. He exchanged grins with them all as he crossed his arms across his chest.
“Now that we’re done, I believe it’s safe to say that you all have equally magnificent pussies that a bloke would die for,” he remarked.
“No need to die, Harry,” Evelyn replied, spreading her legs apart and running a finger along her wet slit. “All these belong to you only.”
Harry grinned at the woman as the others nodded delightedly in agreement.
“Glad to hear it. It also means this round was a draw, which means… this contest ends in a draw as well. Congrats, you four. You’re all winners!”
Still a little breathless, Astoria snorted.
“I knew before we even started that it would be a draw.”
Harry merely shrugged.
“Facts are facts,” he replied. “And since you’ve all won, I believe you’d like a prize, right? What though?”
“No need to think too much,” Tracey replied as she stood up, pressing herself against him. She reached down and grabbed his throbbing erection as Harry’s arm wrapped around her waist, holding her by the arse. The other caressed her belly as he stared at her.
“I should’ve known,” he smirked and grabbed her by the arse as she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her core against his length.
“Exactly,” she grinned lustfully and slammed her lips against his.
To be continued…
Comments
Valerian
Incredibly hot
