Bab 6: Lavender Brown
Leaving Gringotts behind and stepping out into the fresh morning sun was always a welcome occurrence for Harry. A soft smile alights across his lips and his nostrils flare as he leaves the stifling, torch-lit goblin bank behind. He didn't much like dealing with the goblins, and they didn't much like dealing with him. But at this point, it seemed he was one of their biggest patrons, and they in turn did a very good job of turning his galleons into more galleons, a profit for both themselves and for Harry as well.
So in the end, he put up with the miserable, caustic creatures, and they in turn acted respectfully towards one of their biggest clients. That didn't make Harry any happier to spend hours of his morning in the bank, dealing with account details. Luckily, he hadn't been alone. Glancing to his right, Harry smiles at Tracey, even as she curls into his side happily. The young woman had taken well to her role as Lady Potter, and out of all his wives, she was the most likely to be around for little occasions like this.
Every other woman Harry was now married to was currently busy for the day… or fucked senseless and asleep back at the Potter home. Regardless, now that that bit at the bank was done, Harry had the rest of the day to himself. And he knew just how he wanted to spend it. Slipping the hand that was currently tucked around Lavender's waist down a bit, Harry gropes the beautiful young witch's shapely posterior, causing her to jump a little as she looks up into his grinning face.
Once he has her undivided attention, Harry leans in and speaks in a whisper, even as he guides Tracey down the steps away from the bank itself.
"Well my dear. With that bit of business out of the way, why don't you and I head back home so I can get you out of that tight little dress of yours."
Before Tracey can give an answer, they're rudely interrupted by a slightly shrill, high-pitched voice.
"Harry? Harry Potter, is that you?! As I live and breathe!"
Blinking dumbly, Harry turns as many of the people around them do the same. His hand leaves Tracey's ass as the mild disillusionment charm he'd had over the both of them for the purposes of being out in public is broken by someone who manages to see through it. Damn it all, only someone who really needed to speak to him should have been able to break through that bit of magic.
… And Harry REALLY didn't think Lavender Brown of all people should have constituted as someone such as that. Even as his lips curl down into a frown, the blonde girl from his Hogwarts years has a brilliant smile on her face, even as she waves her hand back and forth wildly before him. Everyone else is staring, and Harry very surreptitiously casts a wide-ranging mild confundus charm, before bringing forth another disillusionment, this time with Lavender included. It was clear he wasn't going to be rid of HER so easily, so might as well let her talk and then shut her down quickly.
Of course, before Lavender can get even halfway to them, Tracey leans in and whispers in Harry's ear some VERY important information.
"You know, Lavender's grandfather passed away recently… she's now the sole owner of a bit of a media empire. Witch Weekly is the most popular, you might have heard of it."
Well damn. That he had. Harry's eyebrows raise as he reassesses the blonde making her way over to them. Lavender DOES look good, now that he sees beyond his general annoyance at her interruption. She's obviously worked a bit of magic into her bra though, because not even his girls have cleavage that expansive, on tits that high up on their chest. Still, as skanky as Lavender is dressed, she's all dolled up and looking perfectly fine… quite fuckable, in fact.
Of course, the knowledge of her current circumstances made her a lot more appealing as well. Not because Harry needed yet another source of income, but more because Lavender wouldn't be a gold digger if she had her own businesses to grow and cultivate.
"It's so good to see you Harry! Gosh, it feels like its been so long! And Tracey Davis! Or should I say Lady Potter? Congratulations on the wedding, both of you!"
Harry is slightly surprised by Lavender's attitude. He was half expecting her to compliment him one second, and snipe at Tracey in the next. Instead, the blonde witch seems genuinely happy for the pair, not at all jealous or envious of Tracey's change in status. Or at least, if she was she was far better at hiding it then Harry would have given the Lavender he once knew credit for.
Tracey is definitely taken aback as well, judging by her delayed response.
"Uh, t-thank you?"
Lavender just bobs her head up and down, before looking between the two of them with that same wide smile on her face. It wasn't as vapid a smile as Harry would have thought, but combined with her pushed up tits, it certainly gave off a slightly… dumb blonde look? He wondered if that was what Lavender was going for. Hell, he wondered if Lavender had a bit more cunning to her than he'd ever thought possible.
"You know what! It just won't do, for me to say hi and then go on with my day when its Harry Potter! Please, let me treat the both of you to a drink at the Leaky Cauldron! What do you say?"
Harry and Tracey exchange a glance, and though he doesn't need her approval, Harry takes note of the small nod that Tracey gives him in agreement with Lavender's idea. Under normal circumstances, and perhaps without knowing what Tracey had just told him, Harry might have declined. Whether he declined gracefully or rudely would have depended on his mood.
Still, while the goblins always did irritate him a little, Harry found himself in a fairly good mood at that moment. The sun was shining down but not oppressively, and he had one of his beautiful wives at his side. Why not give Lavender the time of day for once? She might just surprise him. Smiling slightly, Harry bows his head and finally speaks.
"Very well, we have the time. Lead the way, Ms. Brown."
Lavender scoffs and waves a hand airily.
"Call me Lavender or Lav, Harry! I insist!"
But lead the way she does, even as Harry and Tracey exchange another glance, one of both amusement and curiosity as they follow the beautiful blonde woman turned media mogul down to Diagon Alley's premier watering hole. At the very least, this should prove to be very interesting indeed.
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"So, I'm sure you've both heard about what I've been up to and all that! But boy, my life is so much less exciting than yours, isn't it? Marrying woman after woman… and all of them so high class at that!"
Harry sits, amused, as Lavender openly flirts with him right in front of one of those very women he'd married. Case in point, the blonde currently had her hand atop his, even as her other hand caressed her ever-hot cup of tea. Harry had a drink of his own before him, and so did Tracey. All paid for by Lavender, just as she'd said.
Still, it would be rude if he didn't answer her words, even if she hadn't technically asked a question. Inclining his head to the side in acknowledgement, Harry gives a half-shrug in response.
"I suppose the stars just aligned that way. It wasn't how I saw things going, but I certainly have no reason to complain."
Lavender giggles at that, and while it is a LITTLE insipid, her tits jiggle and bounce within her tightly fitted top in an awfully tantalizing way whenever she does it, drawing Harry's eyes down to her expansive cleavage again and again.
"I'm sure you don't! What is it, five women at this point? The latest would be Astoria Greengrass, right? Mm, going for a sisterly ménage à trois? How scandalous~"
Here, Harry feels slightly alarmed. He glances to Tracey and sees that the Lady Potter is suddenly wide eyed and paying much more attention as well. It's her who responds to Lavender's words in an incredulous tone.
"How could you possibly know about that? Harry and Astoria haven't even announced the engagement yet?"
Lavender glances Tracey's way and giggles again, though this time it's a lot less insipid and a teensy bit… sinister?
"Oh, don't be silly girlfriend! Gossip is what I DO! Of course, I didn't have confirmation until now… but not to worry! I won't run the story until you make the official announcement. My grand-dad might have run Witch Weekly and his other magazines like poorly sourced gossip rags, but I'm trying to do better than that. For now, it pays the bills so I can't make too many changes just yet you understand… but I know better than to use Harry here to make a quick galleon, you know?"
Harry's estimation of Lavender Brown continues to rise, though to be fair it started so low that there was only one way to even go from there, and that was up. Still, he can't help but lift his brow as he looks at the blonde witch in surprise.
"Do you now?"
Looking back at him, Lavender angles herself a little better so he can see right down her top as she looks up into his green eyes and smiles.
"Of course I do, Harry. I might not have been worth your while at Hogwarts, but as much of a bimbo as I was back then, I also wasn't blind. I know what happens to people who make Harry James Potter their enemy. Even in my world… after all, just look at the Daily Prophet."
Okay, now Lavender is just showing off. Harry keeps his shock from his face this time as his expression stays blank in the face of her surprisingly deep knowledge.
"I didn't do anything to the Daily Prophet."
Lavender lets out a smug smirk at that and bobs her head up and down in casual agreement.
"Of course you didn't, Harry. Someone else must have bought them out and told them to keep your name out of their mouths forever more. You certainly have enough loyal fans in the Wizarding World that it's entirely possible one of the rich ones did just that. The Daily Prophet has certainly stayed away from even the barest hint of a front-page story involving you. Placing your marriage announcements with the rest on the back of Page Nine… mm, they're certainly treating you like just another wizard, as silly as that seems."
Harry's nostrils flare a bit. Lavender is incredibly well-informed. But she's also made it clear that she's not stupid enough to use her knowledge against him. She's gained quite a few points in his book with that alone… still though, it's clear she wants something.
"Lavender… why don't we skip ahead to what you want from me, hm?"
Blinking, the blonde seems taken aback for the first time since she walked up to them outside Gringotts. After a moment, she pouts a little.
"Well, alright Harry. It's really quite simple, isn't it? I wanted to know if you have any more spots open in that growing harem of wives you're making. A marriage to THE Harry Potter would certainly improve my prospects you know, and if you're just GIVING your hand away to any witch that comes around asking, well, I thought I'd throw my hat in the ring."
Harry and Tracey share a glance before Tracey asks the obvious.
"Why should Harry even consider you?"
The wizard in question sits back as Lavender brightens, almost lighting up at getting a chance to answer that question. He's half-expecting her to take a threatening tact with him, even after all she said about not wanting to make him her enemy. But to his continued surprise, Lavender has a legitimate response… or at least, legitimate in her eyes.
"Well, obviously there's my magazine business. Small little thing, you might have heard of it."
Lavender gives a self-deprecating smile as she tosses her blonde hair back over her shoulder.
"Witch Weekly is doing well, even if we aren't reporting on Harry Potter's juicy love life… or lives, as the case may be. There's always a market for thirsty witches looking for sex tips and the like. I've also got a nice home and gardening magazine with tips and spells for housekeeping and the like that's been on the rise as well! And then there are a few other magazines, trifling things in truth, but they're at least turning a profit."
Taking a breath, Lavender very deliberately pushes her already pushed-up tits even further together with her arms, grinning wickedly as Harry's eyes slide down to her cleavage once more, completely involuntarily.
"And of course, there's these beauties. Did you know Harry, that your first four wives were all in the top ten of our year when it came to breasts? You might think it'd be the boys who would keep a tally of that sort, but I was always a competitive girl. Knowing that I had the biggest, fattest tits out of every witch in our year kind of gave me the confidence I needed to get through Hogwarts. Anyways, you've already got Hannah and Susan. You took home the silver and the bronze… why not take home the gold as well, hm?"
Harry can't help but be amused, even as Tracey bristles behind him. His beloved wife had preened for half a second when Lavender claimed she was part of the 'Top Ten', but then the blonde had gotten to the end of her little spiel, and Tracey found out she just didn't measure up to the 'medalists'. Still, Harry couldn't deny that Lavender was right, at least in this particular case. When it came to breasts, he figured he was fairly impartial… and Lavender definitely had the best pair he'd seen on a witch in a long time.
That wasn't to say his other wives didn't have beautiful tits, and he would even say they had smoking hot bodies that Lavender herself would be hard-pressed to beat… but when it came to the ta-tas, it was clear which woman reigned supreme. Of course, Lavender wasn't quite done giving her reasons just yet.
"There's also the fact that you're outnumbered. Two Hufflepuffs and now three Slytherins? You need a Gryffindor wife, Harry. The public is beginning to mutter about your choices, even if the Daily Prophet is keeping Rita on the shortest leash they can find."
Harry frowns at that, but he can't exactly tell Lavender she's wrong. She's not exactly besmirching the names of his Slytherin wives outright… more telling him what a woman like her, with her finger on the pulse of the wizarding world, has heard about what people think of him. In truth, Harry doesn't give a single fuck what any of the magical masses think of him, to be fair.
But it would be such a hassle if someone got it in their head to label him the next Dark Lord or something else like that. Still, he wasn't going to let such a worry dictate his actions. That would not be the reason he would take Lavender as a wife, if he DID decide to marry the blonde woman. Harry's thoughts are abruptly cut off when Tracey's hand suddenly grinds against his crotch beneath the table. His beautiful wife leans in to him right in front of Lavender and rubs her palm across his hardening cock through his pants, even as she breathes hot air across his ear.
"You should do it Harry. Take her as a wife… and then put her in her place at the bottom of the fucking pecking order. I'd love to help. I'd love to show this little harlot exactly where she belongs."
Her words are quiet, for his ears only, and Lavender just smiles at the two of them from across the table as Harry stares back at her and considers what Tracey has said. If the blonde witch watching them cares at all that Tracey is feeling him up right in front of her, she certainly doesn't show it. Harry's nostrils flare as he thinks long and hard for a moment. Then, his eyes dart down to Lavender's tits one last time.
He's already made his decision, hasn't he? Now he just needs to decide how he wants to play this out. Perhaps… yes, that would work.
"Would you be averse to an audition?"
Lavender's eyes widen a bit and her smile grows.
"Not at all, Harry. Let me show you what I can do."
Harry nods sharply, and then stands, pulling Tracey with him.
"Then let's head back to the manor. We'll put you through your paces, Lavender. Let's see just what value you have to me, hm?"
A slight flush spreads across the blonde's cheeks at Harry's forwardness, and she preens a bit as he lets himself finally look upon her with a hungry gaze. But in the end, squirming beneath his eyes, Lavender just smiles and nods.
"Lead the way then, my Lord."
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It isn't long before they're all standing in his bedroom. He and Tracey had left Daphne passed out in his bed that morning, but it seemed that his other wife had gotten up and started her day at some point in the ensuing time period. It's just him, Lady Potter, and Lavender Brown. That's just fine with Harry though, in fact, it's perfect for his purposes. It means he can give all of his focus to the two beautiful witches in front of him.
"Strip."
A single word command, his arms crossed over his chest. Lavender stiffens at the authority in his voice, and she grows a little flustered, even as she smiles coyly. Then, she begins to do as she's been told, moving sensually, even as she slowly removes her clothes, bit by bit. Harry's not surprised to see just how big her breasts are, when her top finally comes undone and her bra slips off of her fat chest. Her massive mammaries bounce and jiggle as they're released from their confines, but they end up rather high on Lavender's chest all the same, perkier than Harry would have expected such large tits to be.
Harry stares unashamedly, even as Tracey watches from the side, nibbling at her lower lip. It's clear that his darling wife is both jealous and envious of Lavender's tits now that she's seeing them first hand. On the flipside, Lavender's ass, while sizable, isn't over the top. She doesn't have the complete package that would beat out every woman he's currently married to. She's still an easy nine though, and Harry nods approvingly as she slips off her panties and gives him a twirl, completely and utterly naked save for the gold and red stockings adorning her legs.
"Do you like them, Harry? Or should I take them off as well?"
For a moment, the wizard considers this. Ultimately, he shakes his head.
"Leave them on. And you. Why aren't you naked as well?"
When he turns his attention towards Tracey, the Lady Potter stiffens a bit. She blushes as his authoritative gaze runs over her still-clothed body. Lavender glances her way and smiles wickedly as Tracey squirms under Harry's eyes. In the end, she too strips down, blushing red all the while as she gets naked and moves to stand right beside Lavender. Both witches spend a half a moment eyeing one another up before they look to him expectantly.
Harry, with his arms still crossed over his chest, steps forward as he affects a nonchalant air about himself, slowly circling the two naked witches.
"My wife says I should offer you marriage, Lavender. But she only wants that, so that she can then show you your place on the pecking order. Which she believes would be at the bottom. What do you think of that?"
Lavender shoots Tracey a glance, even as she makes sure to wiggle her hips while Harry moves behind them. Tracey, meanwhile, is all the more flustered as Harry exposes her plans right in front of the intended victim for them. As Harry circles around back to the front of them, Lavender meets his eyes and gives him the best sultry smile she can muster.
"Well, Harry. I don't think that's very nice at all. And I think if you gave me a chance, you'd find I belong near the top of the pecking order. I'd be happy to show you."
Harry comes to a stop and just stands there for a moment in silence, staring between the two witches. Finally, he chuckles and without even moving his arms from across his chest, he casts two simple spells. Lavender and Tracey both yelp as nylon rope springs forth into existence from thin air, gliding through said air to run along their beautiful bodies before they can do anything more to react.
The beautiful witches are swiftly and mercilessly tied up in short order, and with another easy bit of magic, Harry levitates them over to the bed, where he lays them side by side, forming a bit of a yin-yang circle as they squirm and wiggle in their bindings a bit.
"H-Harry!"
Tracey sounds slightly distraught as Harry moves towards the bed. With Lavender's glistening wet pussy lips inches from her face, he can understand her concern. Or it could be the fact that Lavender has already decided to take advantage of Tracey's own cunt inches from HER face, judging by the way the blonde has leaned in to bury her tongue in Tracey's pussy. Harry chuckles as he vanishes his own clothes and reaches down to stroke his thick, hard cock.
"It looks like you need a lesson Tracey, and I suppose I'll teach it to Lavender here at the same time. There is no pecking order in my home. There's only one man in this house, and it's me. I'm in charge, full stop. If you can't get along with my other wives, or the women who may become my wives… well, you have no place here. Is that understood?"
Tracey blanches, but in the end, she nods as she blushes deeply and averts her gaze. Smiling, Harry reaches out and runs his fingers through her hair rather affectionately, causing her to moan slightly when the feel of his digits is combined with the feel of Lavender's tongue deep in her cunt.
"It seems Lavender is a bit better at taking the initiative than you are, darling. Since she's made sure your cunt is already occupied, there's really only one place I can go now, isn't there?"
Climbing onto the bed, Harry spoons Lavender Brown, curling himself against her back and guiding his cock up into her exposed, cunt, her legs bound at the knees and spread open in the bondage he's put her in. Lavender pulls back for a moment to let out a loud moan as he penetrates her, but Harry grabs a fistful of her blonde hair and thrusts her back into Tracey's cunt without a single moment of hesitation.
At the same time, he still has a grip on Tracey's hair with his other hand. Since Lavender's cunt is now occupied by his cock, Harry see's nothing wrong with guiding the lovely Lady Potter down to his nut sack. Tracey doesn't seem to see anything wrong with that either, as she begins to lick and lap and slurp at his cock quite enthusiastically, clearly feeling like she needs to catch up to Lavender in some way.
And that's how Harry begins to fuck Lavender Brown. He feels a moment's pity for Ron, but the Weasley boy had had his chance long ago. He doubted that Ron and Lavender had ever gotten beyond kissing, and that was such a shame, because once Harry was sure the witch would keep tonguing out Tracey's cunt, and Tracey would in turn keep slurping at his balls, he moved his hands from their hair to Lavender's bountiful breasts.
Mauling them on the spot, Harry luxuriates in the sheer softness that is Lavender's huge ta-tas. Gripping and squeezing and kneading them with his digits, Harry thrusts up into the bound blonde harder and faster each time, fucking her right then and there, even as she's engaging in a sixty-nine with one of his wives.
To her credit, Lavender never once misses a beat. The blonde was eating Tracey out almost immediately after he tied them both up and even now she was slurping at the other witch's cunt all while moaning out her enjoyment over Harry's cock deep inside of her cunt. It's not long before Lavender cums, which in turn causes Tracey to cum as the reverberations caused by Lavender's cries bring to her climax. This sort of vicious circle continues for quite some time, until eventually the tight, squeezing of Lavender's walls around Harry's cock and Tracey's tongue and lips on his balls brings him to his own release.
Letting out a groan, Harry grips tightly at Lavender's breasts, his fingers digging deeper than before as he thrusts up into her womb as deep as he can. His seed spills out into her a moment later, painting her inner walls white with the sticky, hot substance. Only once he's done filling her to the brim does Harry pulls out of her, leaving his cream to slowly drip down the length of her inner passage, and from betwixt her nethers.
But of course, he's not done with just one witch. There are two lovely beauties tied up on his bed after all. Getting on his knees, Harry crawls over to the other side of the human circle he's made out of Tracey and Lavender's tied up forms. Just as he did with Lavender, he spoons Tracey quite easily, molding himself to her back and backside, even as Lavender pulls her messy face away from Tracey's gushing cunt to make room for his cock.
He spears up into Tracey's tight, wet pussy without a single ounce of hesitation, drawing a cry from his darling wife even as she tilts her head back and moans loudly and lewdly. At the same time, Lavender goes to work on his already slick ball sack, adding her own saliva to Tracey's as she slurps and suckles at his nuts, one after the other. The blonde is eager to please, that much is sure, and Harry has every intention of milking that eagerness for all its worth.
Grinning somewhat ferally, the powerful young wizard reaches around Tracey's body and grabs onto her tits as well, even as he begins to fuck her with deep, powerful thrusts. It takes the witch a little while to remember herself as she pants and moans and mewls for more, but eventually Harry reaches up and guides her face into Lavender's waiting cunt. He watches from over Tracey's shoulder as the proud Lady Potter gets to work at eating out the blonde witch's cum-stuffed pussy.
The room is soon filled with nothing but the sounds of his grunts, muffled moans from the two witches, and the slurping of tongues, combined with the slapping of his crotch against Tracey's pussy lips as he fucks up into her with his thick, hard cock again and again. Pistoning in and out of his beautiful wife, Harry wonders briefly when she'll truly begin to show, rather than the simple baby bump she has now. Time has flown since she and Daphne first came to him that day to suggest marriage. But it really hasn't been long enough for her baby bump to truly develop into a rounded belly that he could see even now in his mind's eye.
Soon though, Harry could imagine Tracey being heavy with his child. And not just Tracey or Daphne, who were already pregnant, but the other girls as well. Even Lavender. The thought of Lavender's fat tits getting even fuller as she grew round with a baby he'd pumped into her spurns Harry onto even greater heights, and Tracey reaps the benefits of that as he fucks her harder and harder, sending her through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
His second release takes longer to arrive then the first of course, but it DOES eventually arrive. Just like with Lavender, Harry makes sure to let it all out in Tracey's cunt. He stuffs her womb with his seed, pumping it into her as deep as he can get it to go. Only once he's done does he pull back, somewhat satisfied with himself… but not entirely. Not yet.
No, they're far from done. After fucking the both of them in the circle position, Harry conjures up a nice big armchair in the middle of the room and has them take turns bouncing up and down on his cock, bound as they are. With their arms behind their back and their shins and thighs bound together, it was hard for Tracey and Lavender to ride him, but that just made it all the more gratifying.
Of course, whichever one of them WASN'T on top, was kneeling before the chair, their tongue working at his balls as usual. Harry changes off between the both of them, and then he has them line up face down, ass up on the bed, where he fucks them one after the other yet again, even as they 'kiss and makeup' for his benefit, their tongues dancing with one another as they taste each other and him on their lips.
It's a highly erotic sight, and Harry enjoys every last moment of it as he really does put Lavender through her paces. The audition continues for much of the day, but if the blonde witch had somewhere to be, she never says anything. Harry doesn't ask either. He can't imagine anything more important to her than this, but if such a thing did exist, she most certainly would have spoken up.
Neither woman was being held against their will, that much was clear from the start. Harry never forced anything on them, he never made them do anything that they didn't want to participate in wholeheartedly. And boy did the both of them give it their all. Still, all good things eventually come to an end. Ultimately, Harry finds himself sprawled out on his bed, back against the headboard as he sits there, watching his two sluts.
Lavender and Tracey are unbound at this point, the beautiful witches working together with their hands and their lips and their tongues to worship his massive member as they lay prone between his widened legs. Even as they go at it, Harry stares down at the two. After a moment, he speaks.
"So then, Lady Potter. What do you say now to the idea of Ms. Brown here joining us in 'holy' matrimony?"
Blinking at the sudden question, a rather cock-drunk Tracey looks up into Harry's amused green eyes, and then glances over at where Lavender is now staring at her as well. Eventually, the witch blushes and gives a shrug, as if to try and be casual about her answer.
"It's fine, I guess…"
Scowling at that, Lavender grabs a fistful of Tracey's hair. But rather than start a catfight, the blonde smashes their lips together rather viciously, engaging in an extended makeout session right before Harry's eyes that he greatly enjoys. Eventually, Lavender releases Tracey and pulls back, a smug smirk on her face as she raises an eyebrow in challenge.
"Just 'fine', Tracey?"
Blinking, slightly dazed, Tracey is flustered as she stammers out a reply.
"I-It's good… s-super g-good…"
Harry chuckles at her slightly delirious answer. Lavender looks to him, and he nods.
"Very well then. You've got yourself a deal, Lavender. I'll marry you. And I'm sure you understand by now how marriage to me works. There won't be any misconceptions between us, will there?"
Grinning slightly, Lavender leans in and lays a long, sensual lick from the base of Harry's cock all the way up to the tip. Only when she pulls back after doing so does she gives her answer.
"No, my Lord. There won't be."
Harry grins right back and runs his fingers through her blonde locks, even as she and Tracey both get back to work worshipping his cock.
"That's a good girl."
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