No matter how hard or often Eric and I slept together, I was always virgin-tight. I stopped long enough to move to my bedroom and strip off my clothes.... Laying back on my chocolate-and-gold silk sheets, I began masturbating again, more furiously this time. Louder moans rolled from my throat as my fingers ravaged my small, tender pussy. Feeling myself getting closer, I lifted my hips and began bucking them. A scream erupted from me as I came; squirting over the edge of my bed and on the mahogany. Harry interrogated his best friend Ron Weasley in their room as Fred and George Weasley crept back upstairs after have a quick breakfast, knowing that they’d need their energy for the adventure ahead. It was they who had found the Spellbook of Desires and had read a few of the pages, becoming ecstatic at what it could mean for them.Fred and George walked back upstairs, quietly discussing how, when and who they were going to use the book on. They wouldn’t mind using it on Hermione, but because. His cock always stretched me out wonderfully. My hips rocked up into his as we began to kiss again, and he slowly thrust into me. His tongue was in my mouth. With my hands drifting to his hips, I urged my brother to move faster: he did, and even moved back a bit so he could spread my pussy open with his thumb and rub his finger over my clit as he moved into me deeply. Though the hair on my head was darker, a light brown, where he pushed into me our hair mingled, nearly the same shade. Where did. Her lips were quivering. They were full and swollen, due to the continuous sucking of my cock. She came close to me, and I was obliged to kiss her lips. Our tongues met and searched each other’s mouths. I could taste my semen in them. I kissed her cheeks and her neck. Her ear lobes were soft. I moved my lips to her bare shoulders and arms. It was arousing her. My mouth moved to her chest and I started to lick her. She was beginning to breathe hard. Her nipples were stiffening. I knelt in front.