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Lavender sighed as she raised herself off of Harry's dick and slid further down on the bed. His eyes lit up as her intent became obvious, and she laughed.
"You did a great job, Harry," she said truthfully. "And now that you've gotten me off, it's time for your reward."
Harry grunted as she trapped his cock between her tits, and Lavender smirked to herself. This wouldn't take long.
Boys had always been fascinated by her tits. Lavender was used to it; she had been an early bloomer, and from that point on no girl in her year at Hogwarts had been able to match her bust size. Post-graduation had been more of the same. Having a large chest created some problems for her, but she wouldn't dream of trading down. She relished having the ability to render a man speechless with a mere hint of cleavage.
No one had ever been drawn to her breasts the way Harry was, though. They'd struck him dumb when she'd run into him at the one year memorial of the battle, and he was becoming more obsessed with them with every passing day. She could use her boobs to get Harry to do just about anything, both in the bedroom and outside of it. Harry knew that if he made her happy, if he pleased her, she would let him have a go with the objects of his obsession. For the last six months, the end result had been the best sex of Lavender's life, and the most attentive boyfriend she'd ever had.
She toyed with him for a bit. Sometimes she'd focus on squeezing him between her tits tightly, sometimes she'd rub them up and down his length, and sometimes she'd release her hands and allow him to thrust up into them himself. He loved every second of it, regardless of what she did. As long as those breasts were touching him, he was happy.
The pleasure was written all over Harry's face, and she could see him struggling to try and hold back so as to prolong his reward for as long as possible. It never worked, though. There was a reason she always saved the boobs for last whenever they shagged.
"Go ahead, lover. Let yourself go. You've earned it," she cooed.
Almost as if he'd been waiting for her permission, he did exactly that. Lavender felt him tense up, and hurriedly sat back onto her knees. Since he'd done particularly well tonight, she took him in hand and aimed him directly at her chest. With a loud groan, Harry released all over the boobs he loved so much. It was rather messy, but it was worth it to see the look of bliss on his face.
Lavender cuddled into her sleeping boyfriend later that night, her back to his chest, and felt his hands automatically come up to rest on her boobs.
'He really is obsessed,' she thought to herself, smiling fondly as she drifted off to sleep.
"You did a great job, Harry," she said truthfully. "And now that you've gotten me off, it's time for your reward."
Harry grunted as she trapped his cock between her tits, and Lavender smirked to herself. This wouldn't take long.
Boys had always been fascinated by her tits. Lavender was used to it; she had been an early bloomer, and from that point on no girl in her year at Hogwarts had been able to match her bust size. Post-graduation had been more of the same. Having a large chest created some problems for her, but she wouldn't dream of trading down. She relished having the ability to render a man speechless with a mere hint of cleavage.
No one had ever been drawn to her breasts the way Harry was, though. They'd struck him dumb when she'd run into him at the one year memorial of the battle, and he was becoming more obsessed with them with every passing day. She could use her boobs to get Harry to do just about anything, both in the bedroom and outside of it. Harry knew that if he made her happy, if he pleased her, she would let him have a go with the objects of his obsession. For the last six months, the end result had been the best sex of Lavender's life, and the most attentive boyfriend she'd ever had.
She toyed with him for a bit. Sometimes she'd focus on squeezing him between her tits tightly, sometimes she'd rub them up and down his length, and sometimes she'd release her hands and allow him to thrust up into them himself. He loved every second of it, regardless of what she did. As long as those breasts were touching him, he was happy.
The pleasure was written all over Harry's face, and she could see him struggling to try and hold back so as to prolong his reward for as long as possible. It never worked, though. There was a reason she always saved the boobs for last whenever they shagged.
"Go ahead, lover. Let yourself go. You've earned it," she cooed.
Almost as if he'd been waiting for her permission, he did exactly that. Lavender felt him tense up, and hurriedly sat back onto her knees. Since he'd done particularly well tonight, she took him in hand and aimed him directly at her chest. With a loud groan, Harry released all over the boobs he loved so much. It was rather messy, but it was worth it to see the look of bliss on his face.
Lavender cuddled into her sleeping boyfriend later that night, her back to his chest, and felt his hands automatically come up to rest on her boobs.
'He really is obsessed,' she thought to herself, smiling fondly as she drifted off to sleep.
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