"By the way, Luna." Cock hard, hand loving her tight, creamy pussy; he asked, "Are you free next week? I'm going on a short trip with Susan and Hannah. Wanna join us?"
"I-Mmmh… I can't… I have… to write… some… ah, ah–rticles…" Her voice trembled as she tried to speak around the pleasure, her writing hand nearly losing grip on the quill with each sharp pulse of his thumb.
Her thighs quivered, so Dudley, now desperate, withdrew his hand and unbuckled his pants in silence. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, and already slick with anticipation.
With one hand, he raised her skirt high over her hips, baring her thinly panty-clad ass, then yanked the pantyhose down to her lower thighs, forcing her legs to squeeze together tighter. And into that snug, narrow thigh gap, he plunged his hardened cock.
His thick shaft slid right through her thighs, just under the heat of her cunt. Her twitching pussy lips slicked the top of his cock with every grind forward, leaving her soaked heat clinging to him, teasing entry but never taking it. The friction of her soft thighs was exquisite, and the heat of her wet pussy clung to his length like a magnetic pull.
"Too—uhh… bad," he muttered, his voice husky with restraint. He hadn't planned to be this turned on. Once upon a time, he never saw himself needing Luna like this. But now? She was an acquired taste, a hidden delicacy. And he was absolutely famished. "It could've been fun."
Luna felt overwhelmed, but in the best way. His words, casual, possessive—lit something deep in her chest. He wanted her with him. Her heart fluttered, and her thighs trembled. His cock was thick and pulsing, forcing her thighs apart, rubbing against her slick lower lips as he fucked the space between her thighs.
But they couldn't spread far, her skirt and hose were bunched and tight, locking her into that snug, suffocating squeeze. She tried to keep writing, quill still in hand, but the paper was a mess now—nothing but squiggles and broken strokes.
Her face burned. Her lips parted as a breathy, cracked moan slipped through. "Ooooh…"
Her pale skin flushed red, her body writhing as arousal took over completely.
Then she felt him lean in, hot, heavy, hungry. His rough hands slid under her shirt making her shiver, palms wide, rough, greedy. Her bare waist squeezed, palms stretching across the curve of her middle like he could crush her whole frame if he wanted to.
His hands then moved up, slow and forceful, over her tight belly, climbing higher until he reached the soft, unprotected bare breasts, not big, but perfect. No bra, none needed—and he loved that. His fingers sank into them like they were ripe fruit, tugging and rolling her tight, stiff nipples between them.
She jolted, breath hitched. Her breasts might've been on the lower side, but his hands worked them like they were made to be toyed with, pinched, squeezed, used.
Squelch!
Even without being inside her, the sounds were already obscene, in the best way.
His cock, fat and soaked, slammed through the tight squeeze of her thighs, grinding messily over her puffy, dripping pussy lips. Each thrust forward came away wetter, her lower lips smearing heat and stickiness up and down his shaft, practically drooling on him.
Luna started rocking her hips intuitively, grinding back to match his rhythm, her body shaking from the raw tease.
"Dudley, you wouldn't mind if I… put it in?"
Seriously? Still asking me?
Dudley leaned forward, his breath thick and hot against her ear. "Yeah, I'll mind… if you don't put it in faster, Luna."
"Mmmmh!"
Luna reached down between her legs, fingers trembling. His cock was already jammed between her thighs, thick and pulsing, head leaking. She found the tip, pushed it back just a little, angling it right, and then shoved her own hips backward. She aimed herself onto it, deliberately, hungrily—and fed his cockhead into her slick pussy.
"Ooh!"
She gasped. The stretch hit her instantly, tight, burning, deep. She hadn't had him for a while now, and her walls weren't ready. She felt like a virgin again. Her body reacted; heels off the ground, arching forward on her toes as he stretched her open. But the deeper he went, the more her pussy opened for him, and she started to love the feeling of that huge cock flooding her full again.
Dudley gulped. His fingers were still on her nipples, he pinched them harder, his eyes closing for a second as he felt that squeeze. Her pussy gripped him like a mouth, tight, wet, alive.
She took him like she meant it, her velvety folds clenching and loosening around every inch like they had a mind of their own. She wasn't just letting him in, she was milking him already, and it made his cock throb.
He gave her small thrusts at first, more like drills than strokes, easing himself deeper. Inch by inch, her pussy gave way, every slow plunge stretching her further open. The glide was agonizing, slow enough that he could feel every little twitch, every slippery groove inside her silky canal. It was heaven-wrapped in heat and soaked tightness.
"Mmm… I missed this… so much." Luna murmured, her head falling forward, hair spilling like water.
"Me too, Luna," Dudley said with quiet honesty, still pushing deeper, still spreading her inch by thick inch. Her pussy sucked at him, resisting and yielding all at once, and eventually, finally, he was buried all the way in, her snug warmth squeezing him like a vice.
She was tight. Ridiculously tight. He loved every second of it.
Her hands clung to the table's edge, knuckles white. Her ass rocked back into him, driving that sweet rhythm they both craved, but her lips were sealed tight. She bit down hard, bottom lip nearly white—refusing to moan too loud. Not there. Not now. Not when her father might hear. The risk made it even filthier.
Dudley stopped playing with her tits and stood up straight, both hands gripping her narrow waist again. He threw her skirt up over her back, letting it bunch up at the top of her ass, then held it there. Now he could see everything; her pale, heart-shaped ass, flushed from the thrashing, jiggling with every plunge of his shaft.
That perfect ass, so soft and tight it seemed to ripple when he slammed into her. He watched it wobble, watched the way her pussy stretched and pulled around his cock. But then he saw it—red.
"Red?"
His brows furrowed. That shouldn't be there.
He glanced down again, watched his shaft plunge in, watched how her swollen pussy hugged him so tight that it clamped around the base of his cock with every thrust. But the redness wasn't from friction.
"Luna, is it that time of the month?"
"Um-hmm…"
His grip on her waist faltered, just a little. "Are you alright? I can go gentle—"
"No-oh!" Her hand flew back, landing on his, and locking it to her waist. Her voice shook, needy. "I… I want this… but harder."
"..." He hesitated. Won't that hurt?
He hesitated a bit, gently drawing his hips back.
"No–oh… Dudley. Please… I want this," she whimpered, grinding her ass back to keep him in. Her pussy pulsed around him like it was begging too, the needy suck of her walls refusing to let go.
Dudley gave in. He couldn't say no to that voice, that squeeze, that wild-eyed need in her trembling body. He thrust back in, plunging deep into her hot, slick, reddened cunt. The juices around him now had a silkier glide, thicker, wetter. Her walls practically convulsed around him.
"Yes… do it. Harder…" she moaned, the words like steam in the air, whispered but burning.
He gritted his teeth and started to fuck her like he meant it. His hips pistoned forward, meeting her thrust for thrust, her ass clapping against his groin with every smack. If she wanted harder, he'd give it to her.
"Harder!" she hissed in desperation.
His thrusts got brutal. The slap of his hips on her ass echoed in the room. Her pussy was a wet mess now, slick, clenching, coating him in her heat. Dudley looked down and watched every detail; the way her pussy spread open and then squeezed shut around him, the creamy mix gathering around the base of his cock, the redness, the rawness.
Bam! Bam!
The table groaned under her, bumping against the wall again and again as he slammed her from behind, the sound rhythmic, filthy, loud.
"Mmmmmmm… Yes, yes, yes… Just there… Almost…" Luna's voice broke into helpless chants, her breath coming in little whines. She was spiraling, her climax clawing its way up as her legs shook under her.
Dudley saw her faltering and clamped down on her wrist harder, steadying her. She was barely upright, heels lifted, tiptoes quivering, all her weight held up by his grip and the desk she leaned over. She was falling apart on his cock, and he held her right where she needed to be.
Plap! Plap!
Wet sounds filled the room like music, the slap of skin-on-skin and the filthy churn of his cock inside her soaking cunt echoing between them. Her pussy was drenched, dripping, flooding him with every punishing thrust. The scent of sex was thick in the air, hot, sharp, metallic—and then it happened.
Luna's whole body spasmed. Her thighs jerked, and her hips rocked back into him with a stuttering rhythm. Her pussy clenched hard, clamping down as her orgasm ripped through her.
"Aah—hah! Ohh… the cramp in my tummy—oh, that tight squeeze—it's gone! It's gone! You're… healing me!" she babbled in delirious pleasure. Her pussy pulsed and gushed, milking his cock, slicking him down with a mess of hot, musky cream.
Dudley didn't stop. He kept ramming her from behind, her juices coating his cock in slick waves, the wet slaps loud and relentless.
His balls tightened, and the burn building in his gut rose. That rising, unstoppable pressure; he was getting close.
"M-My mouth… I want to-ooh… taste it…" Luna's voice shook, barely audible, but desperate. She could feel his cock pulsing thick inside her and knew he was seconds away from exploding.
Dudley blinked, and looked down at his shaft; slick with her wetness and just a hint of red.
"Maybe next time…I'll just finish inside… like last time," he muttered, almost reluctantly.
"I just… want to… feel it… in my mouth." She meant it.
He sighed, knowing she didn't want him to cum inside this time, and against every instinct, he pulled out. Glossy and throbbing, twitching in the open air.
Luna turned instantly, dropped to her knees, and reached for his cock, but Dudley slapped her hand away.
"Only the tip—Wrap your lips as tight as you can on the knob and suck hard. I'll do the stroking."
She obeyed without hesitation, placing her dainty hands on his thighs. Then her lips clamped onto the head of his cock like a seal, tight and needy.
Warmth flooded over his cockhead, her mouth felt soft and soaking hot. He could feel her sharp tongue pressing up against the underside of his tip, wriggling slightly as she hummed.
Dudley hissed. Her mouth was molten. Every stroke of his hand sent shockwaves through him as her lips suctioned tight, her tongue teasing every vein just under the crown. He started jerking fast, each stroke made easier by the sticky mix of her pussy juice smeared along his length. It was messy, slippery, raw; and it felt fucking incredible.
"Ugh…!" Dudley groaned, his toes curled in his shoes.
Over the edge at last, he grabbed her head by instinct, held her in place, and came hard.
A thick, heavy rope of batter exploded inside her mouth, hitting the back of her mouth like a splash of paint. She didn't flinch. Another spurt, and then another, each one more intense, flooding her mouth until she couldn't hold it all.
Her head twitched, and she pulled back just enough—but it was too late.
Splurt–!
Thick strands painted her face, trailing across her forehead, dribbling down her cheeks, clinging to the corners of her lips like obscene warpaint. Ropes of it stretched from temple to jaw, warm and dripping slowly down her pale skin.
"Ummmm…" she hummed again, licking what she could reach with her tongue, eyes glazed and wild.
Dudley was still dazed from the orgasm when she lunged again.
Without warning, Luna grabbed his cock, and this time she rammed her mouth halfway down the shaft, shoving it deeper than ever. Her soft, thin fingers wrapped around the girth and started pumping hard, her throat taking him in rhythm with the grip of her hand.
He groaned loudly, his legs twitching. "What the… Luna!"
The witch was insatiable.
She suckled. She slurped. Wet, noisy, greedy sucks echoed in the room as Luna clung to his cock, draining every last drop of his thick load. Her throat worked in big, exaggerated gulps, each swallow was loud and messy.
Her silvery eyes blinked up at him, wide and glistening; still dreamy, still otherworldly, but now completely drunk on pleasure, her cheeks streaked with white and her mouth still glued to his tip like she couldn't get enough.
At that point, Dudley gave in. He let her keep going. If she wanted every last drop, she could have it.
Her mouth didn't stop. She kept suckling him, her lips pulling softly as the last of his cream gave way to clean spit. His shaft twitched as it softened, but she still latched on. Bit by bit, she sucked him all the way down to the base—cleaning him up like a dedicated little pervert on a mission.
Her hand stroked him lazily from the tip to the hilt, smearing every leftover drip with her spit until his whole length gleamed. Her mouth pressed tight around the shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she drew back with a quiet pop. By the time she finally let him go, Dudley's cock was soft, shiny, and completely serviced.
"God… You're… so… adventurous," Dudley muttered, still breathless. He couldn't even think of a better word. "And I like it."
"Mmm…" Luna hummed, lips pursed in thought. "Salty… and spicy? But also a little sweet," she said, head tilting curiously, like she was describing a new potion.
Before he could say anything, she suddenly stood up, wandered over to her cluttered table, grabbed a little diary, and casually started scribbling notes into it.
"..."
That's what she was doing?
Knock! Knock!
"Luna? Is Mr. Dursl—"
All of a sudden, the door swung open. Dudley was quick to pull his pants up and look normal. And Luna, her long skirt covered everything, but her face… It was coated in a healthy amount of cock cheese.
Fuck! Didn't I lock the door? Holy shit!
"What…" Xenophilius frowned, his usually calm face changing. "What's on your face, Luna?"
Shit, my dumb ass is getting careless. And Luna… He looked at the blonde. While she was smart, she was very quirky. He didn't know if she knew how to lie. Don't, Luna… Don't.
"I was testing a potion, Dad. It tasted different than usual." Luna said, smiling cutely as if she didn't just get her brain fucked out and drained a fat cock with her lips. "Do you need anything?"
Yes! She can lie! But why tell him about the taste?
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