Harry/tonks Fanfic Novels & Stories

Harry watched Tracy's delicate pink fingers as they dug deep into her supple tit flesh, holding her warm orbs around him. Harry was close. "Push them in a little tighter, darlin'... like that... yep, a little tighter... that's it... UNGH!" Syrupy cum erupted powerfully from Harry's cock, splattering over Tracy's forehead and eyes. But she was used to it. Like a trouper, she kept pumping, squeezing her tits tight around Harry's bucking shaft.

Gently kissing her forehead, he wrapped his arms around her, hugged her small body, and stroked her spine: “Emma, I know it's hard for you to accept this. But until Aunt Clark's health situation stabilizes, I can't do anything to Aurora.” Emma didn't push his large body away. It seemed like she was too used to his way of comforting, but she no longer felt the same sincerity as before. “So you confirm with me, do you choose me or Aurora?” She asked coldly. This question made Harry's shoulders tremble slightly. He hesitated for a moment before answering, "Please sympathize with me. After Aunt Clark is cured, I will take them to another place. Never see you again.” “Who will sympathize with me?

Sasha said and exited the toilets. A few minutes later there was a knock on the toilet door. "Your knight in shining armour has arrived!" Alice called and Brooklyn rolled her eyes and walked to the door. She opened it to reveal Harry and she stepped out, shutting the door behind her. "Turn around," he said and gently placed his hands on Brooklyn's waist and spun her round. "Don't get angry," Brooklyn said immediately. "I'm always angry when it comes to you," Harry said dismissively and Brooklyn shivered when he ran his fingers over her back. "She can't get away with this."

Let's just leave it at that. With that, Harry took Samantha's hand and walked into the house, ignoring Kendrick. Before Kendrick's eyes, he slammed the door shut, narrowly missing his face. Left outside the door, Kendrick looked defeated. He stared at the door that separated them, feeling the urge to break it down. But recalling Harry's cold expression, he gave up. He stood at the door for a while. After confirming that they wouldn't open it, he turned back to his car and lit a cigarette. As he opened the window, he exhaled his frustrations.