Pansy Harry Novels & Stories

Terry Lewis is the epitome of scumbag defense attorney, and going to his office, where he sits behind his behemoth desk in his slimy suit with his greasy hair and slender pointy stick fingers, makes me sick. Even with thoughts of Terry fresh on my mind, I eat a bowl of cereal and drink two glasses of water before I e-mail Penny. I include the best picture of Harry with his dick swallowed whole and inform her I have the others on a thumb drive. I also mention that Harry was picked up by some goons for a prostitute he roughed up. I do not name the goons or Moon. Penny replies instantly. She’s packing her things while Harry is at the hospital having his broken fingers examined. Apparently she d

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

He asks, pulling a notebook out writing stuff down. "No, this is the call where I'm telling you to back the fuck off! You ain't getting the girls back they're mine now, you should just give up you'll never find them" Anthony replies in a calm voice, Blake wanted to stay something but Jacob held his finger up shaking his head "really, you'd send my sisters husband up, did you really think I'd just hand the girls over to him?" Anthony asks, as a knock on the window makes both men look, they turn to see an officer holding a note up which read "untraceable phone"

The next day, she chose a black and white pantsuit, which she paired with a buttery yellow silk tee, probably bringing out the beautiful tone of her skin better than most colors. Harry returned to the company's premises in time to witness the turquoise and white look on Wednesday, the light gray and lilac combination on Thursday, and the emerald green dress on Friday, which was complemented by gold sandals in the evening when they went out for dinner with a couple of his friends. Ryder was Harry's cousin's ex-girlfriend, and his fiancée, Marley, was the ex-girlfriend's best friend, so he was a bit apprehensive about the meeting, but he couldn't help but be excited to see Kath finally showcas

I chuckled, "That's amusing." He scoffed and went to sit on the chair in front of me. "Are you ready to go on a coffee date with me now?" he asked with a pout. To be honest, he looked so cute and I had a little crush on him. His dirty blonde hair was always tidy and matched his dark green eyes. Not to mention how tall he was and he was also a gentleman. "I'm a very busy person, Henry," I said to him. He blew a sigh, "Oh come on, Rose. Should I kneel?"

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

“Hmmm? Aren’t you my junior, Xynthia Zimmer? Why are you here?” Harry was a playboy, he was currently studying in university. When he was involved with activities during his time in high school, he had met Xynthia Zimmer. Even the Gods were shocked by him. It was just that he persistently asked Xynthia out a few times but she did not go out with him. He never would’ve thought to bump into her that day. “Mmm, hey Senior Zapata. We’re here to book a reservation.” Xynthia Zimmer was a little scared of Harry. He was too arrogant and open about everything. Certainly a person that was hard to deal with.

“Ivy wouldn’t do this out of the goodness of her heart. So, what did you promise her?” Patricia pursed her lips. “A little incentive never hurt anyone.” Harry smirked, leaning forward. “She said yes, or you just assumed she would?” Patricia hesitated for the briefest second before flipping her hair over her shoulder. “She won’t say no.” Harry’s smirk faded, his expression turning distorted “You don’t know Ivy like I do " Patricia sighed dramatically, shifting in her seat as if the weight of the world rested solely on her shoulders. “Harry, do you even realize the mess you’re in?”

“Please, do. Have one for me, too.” Harry eagerly left the desk and made a beeline for the smokeasy downstairs. His new boss was not only sexy as hell, but she was also a little hardass. Arianna was all business when it came to work, and she even had the audacity to pop Harry on the hand with a ruler when he got out of line or wasn’t paying attention. Of course, Harry knew how to operate the phone system, but he would continue to play dumb if that meant Arianna had to lean close to show him the buttons. Arianna’s sweet perfume would tickle his nose, and it was almost an addiction. Harry couldn’t get enough.

“We'll make sure everyone has a good time...” The stepdaughter did as she was told, stripping down to her cotton panties and lean thighs. Harry loved looking down at their panty clad pussies... seeing the bulge of their lips and the blatant wet spots formed on the material! It was utterly magical. He knew that in a few moments, his cock would be buried, for the first time, inside one of those tempting southern slits... and in this instant, he didn't even care which one came first!