Harry Potter Fanfics Novels & Stories

Harry: It'll be fun Me: I don't think so Harry: You'll like it Me: Really? Harry: Yes. Just imagine that I'm there. Harry: Imagine it's me that touches you. I don't want to imagine it, I want him here. Harry: Just do it, I'll be waiting for you Me: I can't Harry: Of course you can. Harry: Just open your legs, stick your hand up your panties and start touching you. It's not that hard. How can he say it like that? With such fluidity and boldness.

Simon boasts, slapping his fists on his chest like a gorilla. "It's fucking wrong mate, my girlfriend freaks out if I get too close to it, no way she'd let me stick my finger in it and I wouldn't want to." Harry shakes his head, reaching for his pint, a mischievous little smile crosses his face before he takes a sip. "Ey, but she loves it when I go down on her, tonguing her little clit gets her so wet it's like flying down a slip 'n' slide when I'm pounding into her."

Manny smiled and nodded firmly. "Why?" "Let's say ... you are my ideal man, a kiss means a lot for me right now! At least I don't have to imagine kissing my pillow again every night!" Manny's words were too blunt. Harry tried to control himself and his expression, he was not someone who was skilled at things like this ... And he was quite surprised to hear the narrative of a girl who bravely said that she fantasized about him at night. Harry almost blushed. He cleared his throat and got up from his chair. His eyes collided with Manny's.

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.

He moaned in approval and put his arm around my waist, moving his lips against mine. I didn't feel any sparks. I didn't feel anything at all, but I still liked it for some reason. Sparks couldn't really exist, right? They were just fanatasies. My thoughts were interrupted when Harry began pushing his hand up my shirt, touching my skin. I clenched his shirt, not liking the feeling. I didn't like it when he touched me like that but he took it as a signal of pleasure and began touching me further up. His finger brushed the underside of my bra and I gasped, pulling back quickly.

It's just a big 'IMO' case, not to be taken too seriously outside of this fanfic scenery. A/n: Shotout to 'Lustsifer' who found the reference for 'Hogwarts' Magic Circle' in chapter #3. -------------- pls don't forget to support my stories