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Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

He sputtered. And here he saw the mature mother lick her lips, rather seductively he thought. Coupled with the way her tits were showing in that top, wooo! The big milf jugs... cleavage galore! And at once Harry's mind was filled with wanton thoughts of sliding his dick up and down between her breasts, as his precum leaked out and slickened down the skin. Providing a smooth, effortless surface. “Uhh... see something good, Harry?” His girlfriend inquired, raising an eyebrow in contempt.

Maybe years. And then I see the drawings. Taped to the walls, scattered across tables, covering nearly every surface I can see. Sketches in charcoal and pencil, some detailed and finished, most of them half-done like he started and couldn’t bring himself to continue. All of them are the same person. A girl. Young, fourteen or fifteen maybe, with long dark hair and this smile that looks like it could light up an entire room. In some of the drawings she’s laughing at something off the page. In others she’s concentrating hard, her tongue stuck between her teeth the way kids do when they’re focused.

“Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.” She nodded. “Does all of Black Crimson’s art illustrate some fairy tale or another?” I sent her a curious glance. Motioning behind her, she explained. “Well, that one was obviously Rapunzel. And the one before was the Big Bad Wolf, right?” “Holy shit,” I cried, gaping at her before shaking my head and returning my attention to the road. “I think you’re right. I remember another one having some guy leaning over a sleeping woman and one had a mermaid on it, which must be—”

Harry replied, distractedly. Ria frowned, noticing that Harry's gaze kept wandering to the table across from them. She followed his line of sight and saw a stunning girl sitting with a handsome man. Ria couldn't help but wonder if Harry was attracted to this girl. Though she was beautiful, she seemed simple compared to Ria, who was dressed in a deep-necked tight shirt and jeans, her makeup perfectly done to turn heads.

She sighed, then glanced to the left, where another portrait was hanging on the wall. In this portrait, a woman stood there. Her left hand raised in the air at an angle. And her right seemed to hold a book. On her head she wore a hat, which had a point at the top. Her head was tilted to the left, where you could only see the left side of her face. And her hair was a dark brown, that looked like it flowed endlessly behind her. There were colorful colors that could be seen over her left hand, as if portraying something. Blues, greens, purples, and pinks colliding together at the top forming a colorful ball above the streaks underneath. On the tree to the right, a broom lay against it, with a c

I was looking at my great fandoms namely Percy, Harry, and Hermoine. Um hello? Seeing your favorite stars in person how can you not have that look on your face? Only thing is, the camera made it seem like I was looking at him! Just below our faces is a huge red caption in bold letters saying: ________________ GABRIELLE XYLER AND MYSTERIOUS MODEL FELISHA: DATING OR NOT?

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

She complains again. “Uh oh. I might be immune to Harry’s Incubus charms, mostly because he isn’t actually interested in me like that, but I doubt that Cam is. In this state I’m willing to bet Harry has very little control over his Incubi magic. Based on how red she is, I suspect Cam is getting the full blast of it. I decide to take pity on her.

she replies as she stands. "I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you. Didn't you see my awesome drawing?" He remarks. He turns the pages of his notebook and tears out the page with the drawing. "Here," he stretches it to her. "You can have my amazing work of art. You can ask for my autograph another time," he grins. "No thank you. It's very awful for something called art." "No, it is not," he disagrees. "It looks like Fiona from Shrek," she tells him, watching him rise to his feet.