Lots

Harry pulled her mouth from Dudley’s angrily hard cock. It really was impressive, she thought to herself. It must be 8 or 9 inches long and as big around as her wrist.

She pulled the sheet off Dudley’s face. The young man looked ****, red, horny, and angry. His appearance was not improved by the stream of drool that was working its way past the ball gag and down his chin.

“Dudley,” Harry began. “We have plans.” She waved the wand. “Freetatus mutiana.” The ball gag disappeared, but Dudley was still held down by his extremities as well as the dog collar and leash. When he tried to shout, no words came out. When he tried to thrash, his body would minimally move.

“Dudley, I promised I’d make you cum more than you’ve ever cum. I also have plans to do to you what you’ve been doing metaphorically to Harry for years.”