1. Ron paced backwards, at a slow but constant rate, flaunting his cock just out of Harry’s reach. The brunette crawled after him, peering up through his sweaty fringe at his goal and growling with frustrated desire. The smell of spilled firewhiskey sharp in the air, Ron shook his own tangled locks aside, licked his lips, and began to taunt his
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The second one- I want those sheets.
"Inside me."
GUH!!! Also, I love your description of the delicious burn and how he makes the bed sway pounding into him (I'm feeling a bit violent at the moment, sorry).
Loved these. Write more please?
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Thanks for the violent Guh! I'll try to write more.
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I dunno. My prof had this little red wagon with a fire extinguisher propulsion system... No, you're right. ;)
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Miauw!! ;)
Great job :D
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Sorry, this comment makes little sense. I should have just gone with a *flails* and been done with it. So...
*flails*
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so spill, were there porn-y floating dreams?
Glad you liked it!
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