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Chapter 9 by VTheImpaler VTheImpaler

How big is she?

Her head rests on Harry’s ribs

If he had tits, the witch’s cock would be rubbing up between the bases of them. Harry swallows the surge of saliva brought on by lust, positive that he’s bitten off more than he can swallow - from either end. The witch seems to disagree, however, and slowly slides herself back down Harry’s belly, trailing thick hot globs of precum which dribbles from her bulbous head onto Harry’s quivering skin.

It feels like ages before she positions herself against Harry’s slick gate, her meat thoroughly marinated in her slippery sex. Harry opens his mouth to suggest taking it slow, but the witch pushes into him before he can get the words out.

She stuffs herself into Harry viciously, pressing all the way into his womb on the first thrust. Her wet balls slap Harry’s buttcheeks, and Harry jolts and spits over his chest as he feels her displace his new organs. She cackles at his crossed eyes and clenched fists, “Hah, now there’s a reaction! Keep it up, girl!”

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