They drew apart and Angelina panted, “Merlin, it’s like your feeding magic into me.”
Harry smirked. “I hope you’re doing well, sir,” Harry said. Blowjob sex “What… happening?” Angelina asked, utterly confused and trying to formulate a question to voice her doubts through her continuing orgasm. Hell, she thought, my entire Harpies team couldn’t keep up with this monster. “Fine,” the black-haired man murmured, “If that’s how you want to play, let’s play.”
And she gasped. She barely managed to hold on to the armrest as Harry used her ponytail as some sort of a leash, snapping her head back and forth as he fucked her more roughly than she’d ever been fucked in her life. “So, Mister Potter,” Ollivander said, “What can I do for you today? He then lifted Angelina bodily, flipped her, and laid her onto her couch on her back, so that she was facing him, his enormous cockhead over right above her lips.
