No, Malcolm takes his prize pussy before rejoining the group

Malcolm took his throat impaler cock from Harry's wet gushy ruined air pocket. His member was covered in profusely amount of snaking wet spittle. Harry's eyes finally refocus, and the light and the smells of old books, horrid 1940s nail polish, and other grandma scents flood back.

Malcolm's fingers recentering Harry back onto him. Her green ditzy eyes discover the blonde hair man jerking his cock with an evil look on his face. A slap across Harry's upside-down face stings, as she stumbles into filling her lungs back up.

"Come ride my cock you filthy cum slut. Ride your master off into your vulgar sunset orgasm. Come now, before I unearth something else that could fill your hole up." His voice told Harry he wasn't lying. His eyes scanning for an object to stick into her cunt, shows Harry to move faster.

Harry's throat coarsely mutters out to placate the man's unearned, undeserved fantasy. "Please master Malcolm relax back onto the bed. I will fuck myself stupid along your big cock." Harry ass up in the air while she faced the man who had been tormenting her in the new provocative type of manners. Her cunt was a little wet as Malcolm lays down on Dursley's firm mattress.

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