There was no grace, or gentleness. He started to fuck me hard and rough. Each thrust was tearing me, reaching depths beyond the last. I could hear cru...de squelching noises as our wet bodies ground together. My breathing became erratic, my heart pounded hard in my chest. Water from the shower ran over my face. I gasped for breath. As his cock penetrated and filled my vagina, a finger pushed its way into my bum sending shudders through my body. I felt incredibly full. I knew I was close. He. I am not bad looking either. 5 7, 115 pounds blonde, my bra size was 32C. The person I was going to fight was a little bigger than me, I don’t know her weight but her tits where smaller than mine which I through was a confidence builder. I get on my knees in to show I was ready. The girl across from me got in hers. The ref blew his whistle and before I knew it she was on top of me. "Shit" I said in shock about what just happened. I wasn’t expecting this. She took advantage of me being knew and. “Even I can only take so much, ‘Arry Potter. But I do hope we can find time to be together at least once more before we leave the conclave and return home.” He fixed her with a tired smile and rubbed her arm.“Try and stop me.”—“You know Fleur, I’ve been thinking.”“Oh? What was your latest flash of wisdom, William?” His last one had turned out marvelously, she had to admit.“I don’t think that this whole open marriage thing is a good idea after all,” he said.“It was your idea, William,” she. ...not living,” she said, her words stumbling from her full red lips like a schoolgirl stepping off an out-of-control roundabout. “I fear not experiencing.” He held her eyes in a sweet steel gaze which seemed to drench her body and mind in some kind of warm, smooth liquid. He picked up the notebook and held it out in front of him. “And have you experienced any of this, Paloma?” he asked, his voice lowering to little more than a whisper. She shook her head. He turned another page. “Or this?”.