take off Harry's jeans

The touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire straight to Harry's clit, which was already swollen and begging for attention. Harry squirmed in the chair, torn between the fear of what was to come and the undeniable arousal that seemed to be building within him. The pimp's eyes never left Harry's, a smug smile playing on his lips as he slowly pushed the jeans down, revealing the soft mound of Harry's new pussy. "Perfect," he murmured, reaching out to trace the delicate folds with a fingertip, sending shivers down Harry's spine.

The pimp leaned in closer, his breath warm and moist on Harry's skin, and whispered, "You're going to make me a fortune, my little slut. And who knows, you might even come to enjoy it." Harry's body betrayed him, responding to the pimp's touch with a quiver of pleasure.

Despite the fear and disgust, Harry felt a wetness spread between his legs, his body seemingly eager to embrace this new, unwelcome role.

The pimp noticed Harry's reaction and smirked. "I knew you'd come around," he said, his hand moving to Harry's thigh, his fingers stroking the soft skin, inching closer to the damp warmth of Harry's sex. "But first, we need to get you ready for your debut. You need a proper introduction to the world of whores." He stood up and circled the chair, his eyes never leaving Harry's face. "Now, let's see what kind of a whore you can be."

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