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Terms of Payment(Narcissa Black-Malfoy)
Knocking out Draco Malfoy’s teeth and having to pay for it, with Harry paying double as credit, had been worth it. Getting banned from the Gryffindor Quidditch team, at least for the time being until the jinx got Umbridge, had been worth it. And what was also worth it, was Narcissa Malfoy on her knees, playing with his co*ck. The buxom MILFY blonde pushed her lips down onto Harry’s manhood and brought into her mouth.
Harry did not tell Narcissa exactly what bile left Draco’s disgusting mouth. Although, she knew it was bad, given Harry’s mood. And right now, Harry decided to gain some semblance of revenge, by taking the head of his rival’s mother and shoving his co*ck down into her mouth.
“I’m guessing by your awe, Lucius is compensating for something with that pimp cane of his.”
Narcissa moaned happily. The powerful, throbbing co*ck of the powerful young wizard pushed into her mouth. Harry grabbed Narcissa’s head and pushed her on down. After Umbridge left, the room got a lot more pleasant, that was for sure.
“I’m going to cum, my lady.”
Narcissa cradled Harry’s balls and with another push, he erupted down into her throat. Spurt after spurt of hot cum poured into Narcissa’s throat. She had a look in her eyes, a wild look, which indicated she may just get addicted to it. Narcissa leaned back and kissed his co*ck, while licking him.
“So, I heard you’re a Parselmouth, Harry,” Narcissa said. “You know what to do.”
Narcissa exposed her puss* and Harry knew precisely what to do. His tongue drove into Narcissa’s smoldering box. He leaned in and licked her. His vibrating tongue set the powerful pureblood witch off. Harry lived every school boy’s dream, having the mother of his arch enemy squirming and gushing hard for him.
“OOOH, HARRY, YES!”
The sounds of the mother of one of the biggest nuisances Harry had at Hogwarts, moaning for him was a treat. Harry leaned in and tongue-f*cked Narcissa. He brought her hips up and down when he pushed into her. Her puss* oozed all over the place when he kept teasing her and thrilling her. She squirted.
The sweet honey taste oozing from Narcissa’s puss* just drove him down inside of her. Narcissa let out another cry and Harry buried his tongue down inside of her. He lapped up her puss* juices and ensured she was shaking for him, going hard for him.
Harry climbed on top of Narcissa and cradled her tit*. She moaned and Harry leaned in to suck on them. He was all over them. Her chest was bare and she laid against the desk, ready to be f*cked.
“Show me how a real man f*cks, Harry,” Narcissa said.
Well if that was not confirmation Lucius Malfoy was a small man with a large ego, he did not know what was. Harry leaned in and slipped his co*ck deep inside of her puss*. Harry doubted this meeting went the way Umbridge intended to go, but Harry honestly could not care what rancid pepto toad thought.
All he cared about was the pleasure of he gave this stunning MILF underneath him. Harry worked deeper and deeper inside of her. Harry leaned in and sucked Narcissa’s tit*. She let out another cry.
“I wish you were my son, you wouldn’t be such a…well go ahead and f*ck Mummy!”
Harry leaned in and pushed down into Narcissa. The sounds of flesh slapping escalated. Harry knew precisely all of the right buttons to push on her. He ran a hand down Narcissa’s leg while using his Parseltongue on her nipple.
This combination of moves set Narcissa off. Narcissa worked her box back and forth down onto Harry. Harry leaned in and brushed against her. He set her off.
Narcissa never expected this. But, she appreciated it. The true power Harry exhibited made her cry. This was not a soft, pathetic wizard, who could barely do anything without the assistant of his average looking Muggleborn friend. No, this was an extremely powerful wizard that would plow her into submission. Narcissa tightened her walls around his co*ck and leaned deep inside of her. Narcissa leaned in and thrusted deeper inside of her.
She motioned for Harry to turn. Harry Potter cemented himself as a true degenerate, by holding Narcissa’s hand as she mounted his co*ck. His manhood passed between her lips and she gobbled him up. Harry’s rod deep inside of her and made her cry out in pleasure. He leaned in and thrusted down inside of her, sending a jolt through her body when he rocked when he thrusted deep inside of her.
Narcissa rode Harry like the stallion he was.
“If only your son could see you now,” Harry said. “And if only his father would hear about this.”
Narcissa moaned hard when Harry buried his face into her chest. She could feel him sucking her tit*. That large co*ck stretched her insides in ways that Narcissa could only dream about. He leaned in and plunged down into her.
Most wizards would have lost it and Narcissa would have been greeted by the sweet serenade of snoring by now. However, Harry held on through. Her org*sms ramped up. Each one making her more addicted to Harry’s touch than the last. He knew precisely how to touch her.
The only conflict Narcissa had, was whether or not she was more addicted to his co*ck, his tongue, or his hands. All three of them brought pleasure beyond anything Narcissa had for a long time. Since she had a couple of one night stands with Lily Evans, Harry’s mother, at Hogwarts.
It must run in the family.
That co*ck plunged deep into her. Narcissa’s sweet, velvety walls wrapped around Harry. The temptation to explode inside of Narcissa’s wet puss* just made Harry smile. And the reminder that this was Draco Malfoy’s mother, the same arsewipe Harry performed amateur dental work on, just added a little something extra. Narcissa tightened and released his co*ck, moaning before Harry erupted deep inside of her. His balls just planted every last drop inside of her unprotected.
Narcissa realized the risk, and appreciated it. So much powerful cum spilled inside of her body. Harry leaned in and Narcissa rode the hell out of him. Narcissa edged him and made her puss* just drain him.
The second Harry pulled out of her, she rested on top of him.
“I need to knock your son’s teeth out more often.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Narcissa murmured. “Although we should get cleaned up and dressed before Madam Umbridge returns.”
Yes, that would be a mood killer.
End.
