The brunette gave out a moan and since I was bent over a fair bit kissing the blonde, I just left it buried deep inside.After a little bit, the blonde... released me from our kiss and whispered to me again, he instructed me to fuck his husband…. hard.With both hands on his hips, I slowly pulled back, my slippery cock sliding nicely in that tight arsehole. I pulled back to that point where the entire head of my cock was still inside him, pausing for a second or two, then sliding it back in to the. His magic hands work their way up my inner thigh, teasing the crease where my pussy and leg meet. He then runs two fingers up my outer pussy lips, almost as if he knew what I did in the shower."Hm, someone's just a little turned on..." he teases, his fingers finding my pussy juice. My breathing is ragged as I try to pull myself up by my restraints, a last ditch effort to break free of his erotic spell. To stop me, he takes a long lick up the middle of my slit, causing me to scream in pleasure.. Harry had been hoping for a relaxing day, filled with fun and leisure, but had to settle for an inquisitive and bitchy Rita Skeeter. Rita had tried to fish out another story from Harry before Hermione jumped on her and berated her for writing such a scathing editorial about the friendly giant, Hagrid. While Harry and Hermione quarreled back and forth with Rita, Ron had left the three quibbling individuals for the backroom and Madam Rosmerta. Harry and Ron had copied down a couple of spells. Melanie gave him a sympathetic smile. ‘I thought that wasn’t until next week?’ Melanie murmured. ‘The doc had a cancellation and I figured it was better to get it out of the way,’ Jason said. ‘Leigh, can you get an ice pack?’ Melanie asked. Leigh nodded and finished her trek to the kitchen. Melanie set her book down, pushed herself out of the rocking chair and sat down gently on the couch next to Jason. ‘What are we looking at in terms of your recovery?’ she asked softly. Jason handed her a few.