Taboo One Shots
Making good on his promise, Harry raised his fist and punched Johnny's lights out.
Lily walked up to Harry and slapped him clean across the face. Ragged breaths overwhelmed her body as she stood before him, hand clutching her chest. She felt naked and indignant, despite only giving him a small article of clothing.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, you sick son of a bitch?" she roared, red in the face.
Unfazed, perhaps even amused, Harry lifted the thong to his nose and took a deep whiff. Lily's thighs rubbed together instinctively. Fresh wetness gushed down her inner thighs. Her pussy clenched painfully, aching to be stretched and ruined.