Potter Pics Novels & Stories

36 lazarus I stood at the back of an alleyway on the other side of town, in a deserted area, where nobody would be able to see me. I was in the middle of a business transaction, with a very rich, wealthy, and filthy motherfucker, who was going to make me a lot of money. His name was Vladimir Potter. Vladimir Potter was a sick, twisted bastard. He had veiny blue eyes, scruffy black hair, scars all over his body, and a burn mark covering half of his entire face.

After I've exhausted every pose that could be possible, Sophie allowed me put on a shirt before we started looking at the pictures we took together to select the best one. But they were all good! every single one made me wetter. The ones where my eyes looked glassy and desperate, my pussy swollen and shiny, the plug clearly visible in my ass… those were the sluttiest. I ended up picking three. The first was of me spreading my pussy with two fingers. The second showed my oiled tits squeezed together with my mouth slightly open while the last was a rear view on all fours, my face turned back with pure lust. It showed my diamond shaped butt plug and it was the sexiest.

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

The problem is also that I'm a goddamn bastard as I can't look away from the perfect picture. Persephone's pussy is exquisite and impeccable, completely smooth and without hair, her lips are very plump and fleshy, the labia minora are pink and the tip of the clitoris stands out between the labia majora because she is so excited. I could clearly see the cum oozing from the entrance to her vagina and it is obvious to me that she spread some of the lubrication over her pussy making the photo even more erotic. Is she masturbating now? At this very moment?

appeared. I replied with a playful chuckle, refraining from sharing that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't bring out my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of me positioned against a wall naked, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small vibrator against my pussy, my tongue out and my eyes closed. "I think you should send both?" Bella suggested nonchalantly. I stared at the pictures, considering Bella's proposal. She did make a valid point. Honestly, even just gazing at them was getting me aroused. I could only begin to imagine what Bruce's reaction would be when he saw them.

"Baby, the second a looker like you upload a thirst trap on a hookup site, the floodgates open." I hesitated, then tapped on the message requests. My eyes widened at the sheer number of profile pictures featuring shirtless dudes—most of them taken in bathroom mirrors, some flexing, some looking like they were trying too hard to look casual about it. And then—oh, Jesus. Some had gone full send. "Ohhh, we got some dick pics," Imogen announced gleefully, squinting at my screen. “look at that one, That's a curve if I've ever seen one. Noah, why does it look like a banana"

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

She pulled away and took out her phone. "Let me show you something," she said mysteriously. She opened her photo album. "I've lined them up. The photos will change once a week and can go on for years. I'm going to show them to you every day." When Lucian leaned in to take a look, he received both mental and physical blows. The screen was filled with good-looking muscular men of all kinds—some dressed in armor, others were in tailcoats reminiscent of the 1800s. There were shirtless men and some with partially opened shirts, displaying wet, enticing bodies. He even came across a photo with vital regions censored.