Line up.

The three girls continued their **** on him as they touched every inch of his skin and rubbed their own over his.

The whole time he was snogging one then another. He couldn't keep up with whose mouth he was fight a tongue battle with.

His hands roamed over their bodies and between their legs feeling the warm wet openings. Begging for him.

Finally the three grew tired of the foreplay and turned their backs to him on their hands and knees. Presenting their asses to him.

One next to the other all Harry saw was three perfect asses. Only their wet slits was more appealing.

"Come on Harry." Fleur spoke. "Pick which one you want to start with."

Harry was still certain he had died and gone to heaven.

He just didn't know who to begin with.