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Queens ch.21
🕑 Added 2024-01-29 11:00:01 +0000 UTCBill seemed as if he might faint, unable to analyze the situation any longer. He simply turned and walked back to his apartment down the cor
Bill seemed as if he might faint, unable to analyze the situation any longer. He simply turned and walked back to his apartment down the corridor.
"I might not be welcome there for a while," Harry noted. Tracey closed the door and intertwined her hand with his. "You and Gabrielle can stay here with me."
"Alternatively, we could all move to my grandfather's house. But I'd rather wait until we retrieve Fleur from Ron's brother."
"Forget about that idiot. Now, come and make love to me." Tracey led him down the corridor to her bedroom.
Stretched out on Tracey's bed, his erection stood tall and pulsating, snugly embraced by her delicate grip. Her naked breasts rubbed against his thighs, her nipples stiff. Tracey dominated his throbbing member, her blonde hair tickling his abdomen and caressing his exposed skin. She circled her lips around his swollen tip, offering him a gentle kiss before starting to suck, drawing the cum from his engorged shaft.
A wave of pleasure cascaded through his body, and his quiet moan bore witness to it. He arched his hips slightly, encouraging her to continue. Tracey worked her way down, taking more of him onto her tongue, and her eyes never left his. She maneuvered her lips expertly over his manhood, sucking skillfully while her tongue glided along his shaft.
He groaned, reaching out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, ensuring an uninterrupted view. Her lips enveloped his tip, and the wet sounds of her sucking and slurping filled the room. His hips responded with increased vigor as she slid his pulsating length deeper into her warm mouth.
Unwaveringly, Tracey maintained her rhythm. The sounds of her adept suction filled the air, and her swaying movements were punctuated by audible sighs as she withdrew her lips only to return with eagerness, her tongue dancing along his shaft.
With a low growl, he reached out to grip her hips, and his legs gently wrapped around her. Her breasts brushed against his thighs, and her pace quickened, engulfing him inch by inch until his tip hit the back of her throat, causing her to choke briefly.
Undeterred, Tracey looked into his eyes, her saliva coating his shaft, concealing its length with a glistening layer. Relaxing her throat, she swallowed his entire member.
"Damn," he hissed, clenching his buttocks as her throat tightened around his tip and shaft. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow.
She continued the deep-throat, his manhood bulging halfway down her throat. With a gasp, she pulled back, inhaling and licking the mixture of saliva and semen from her lips. His erection throbbed on the brink of release, trembling in her grip as he took deep, cleansing breaths. "Tracey, I'm about to come."
She smiled at him, brushing her hair from her face and tossing it over her shoulder as she licked his cock with her tongue. "Mouth or pussy? It's your choice," she murmured.
"Ride me," he replied. "I want to watch those tits bounce."
Tracey giggled, crawling up his body. With one knee on either side of him, she supported her freshly shaved pussy with her foot. Gripping his thick cock, she dragged its swollen head through her already wet folds. Her breasts were magnificent, perched high on her chest, swaying and bouncing, round and naturally enticing. Tiny areolas and small nipples perfectly complemented her delicate charm. In his eyes, she was a goddess, and he was hers.
Her emerald eyes sparkled mischievously as she focused on him, holding his cock firmly at her entrance. "Ready?"
"No," he chuckled, shaking his head. "You're just too damn beautiful."
Tracey slid his tip into her slick warmth, trembling as goosebumps appeared on her chest. "You're so big," she murmured, her face contorting with pleasure as she closed her eyes and bit her lip.
Her tightness enveloped him, and her pussy stretched around his impressive girth. He took a sharp breath, maintaining his composure as her pussy pulsated and clenched around him.
Tracey pressed herself against him, taking him halfway inside her, moaning as she leaned forward, her fingers digging into his muscular chest. Her breasts bounced and swayed, their enticing reflection resembling ripe melons ready to be savored.
He held them in his hands, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers, teasing her nipples as she moaned with genuine pleasure.
She pushed down, impaling herself deeper on his length, and her pussy adjusted to accommodate the considerable size of his impressive shaft.
A cocoon of slick tightness wrapped around his shaft, sending waves of pleasure and tremors through him. Feeling every centimeter of her pussy coil around his rigid length, he dared to thrust, and his tip met the resistance of her cervix. Deep as a ball and unyielding, he rocked his hips, stretching her unbelievably tight pussy, and his cock throbbed with ecstasy.
Tracey's breasts filled his eager hands, her hair cascading down her back. Her hips swayed, her abdomen tightened, crushing his cock deep inside her. She moaned, tilting her head back, her mouth opening as she began to ride him. He thrust, plunging deep as she continued her sensual movements back and forth, taking every inch he offered. "Don't stop," she cried out, furrowing her brows and breathing unevenly.
Lost in their passionate union, Tracey abandoned the linguistic barriers of the English language. Her French language sent shivers down his spine, a code to trigger a thrilling orgasm. He moaned in pleasure, thrusting harder, faster, releasing her breasts only to relish in their bounce.
Tracey rode him with an intensity he had never experienced before, moving her hips as his cock slid in and out, bathed in her wetness and the friction of their connection.
The muscles of her pussy clenched around him, spasming and squeezing. Her magnificent breasts rhythmically collided with each other, and her buttocks grazed his thighs with each downward thrust. Running her hands over his chest, teasing his nipples, her face contorted in raw pleasure.
Tracey opened her mouth and moaned, fucking him faster and deeper, her breasts blurred, and the bed creaked from their passionate union. The headboard rattled against the wall as he grabbed her hips, holding onto her as long as he could.
She gasped sharply, freezing atop him, her pussy pulsating, her fingers digging into his chest. Tracey briefly averted her gaze, her entire body trembling with pleasure, her hips quivering under the weight of a powerful climax.
His orgasm tempted him, ready to explode at any moment. He would have already climaxed inside her if not for their encounter in the shower a few hours earlier. He wanted to see her face, kiss her, taste her lips, her mouth, and her breath mingling with his own.
Tracey's orgasm reached its peak, slowly subsiding as she found her release. She released her grip on his chest, and her hips moved again, the slow, deep rhythm leading her to another climax. She swept a strand of hair behind her ear, running her fingers over his abdomen, as if wanting to feel his muscles in motion as he made love to her.
"Hold on, darling," he advised, gently grabbing her hips. He quickly turned her, pressing her back against the pillow.
Tracey chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep, lingering kiss.
He raised her legs, supporting them just below the knees, and parted her folds, sinking his cock deep into her, and the world instantly tilted on its axis. He shuddered with pleasure, gasping, but his breath caught in his throat.
Beneath him, Tracey moaned, her lips devouring his tongue, exploring his mouth with devotion. He swayed, thrusting in and out, plunging deep into the blonde enchantress, whose breasts swayed in mesmerizing circles.
She moaned into his mouth, her hands trailing down his back before grabbing his buttocks, encouraging him to go deeper. He pushed into her, fucking Tracey with an intensity that would forever engulf her pussy. Her nipples grazed against his chest, and he groaned, his voice a quiet symphony of pure pleasure.
Breaking the kiss, Tracey nestled in his ear, her warm breath cascading down his neck. Then she used her secret weapon, whispering into his ear like an incantation: "Je vous aime. Laisse-le entrer en moi."
He cleared his throat, and his orgasm rushed through him like an unstoppable freight train. Driven by primal desire, he thrust his cock as deep as he could, a stream of hot semen erupted from his balls, flooding Tracey's womb, painting her inner walls milky white. Each spurt pulsed within him, filling her with his essence as he moaned, his head spinning, and white stars danced on the edge of his vision.
Tracey wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, undulating her hips to milk his cock, her lips near his ear, her fingers entwined in his hair.
As his climax peaked and then receded, and the last tremor pulsed through him, he remained still, taking a deep breath. Tracey kissed along his jawline until they were face to face again. Their bodies remained intertwined, kissing and caressing, a dance of exploration, until he reluctantly withdrew his cock from her, leaving a trace of slick cum.
Semen coated his cock, trickling down its shaft, a small river escaping from the path he had left inside Tracey. She lay on the bed with her legs spread, her gaze tracing the length of her naked body, resting on his muscular arms and chest.
"You're so handsome," she murmured, gazing at him with adoration.
"Thank you, darling. But you're the real treasure." He kissed her stomach, eliciting a giggle as her abdominal muscles
"It tickles," she chuckled.
Stretching out beside her, he felt Tracey shifting, hooking her leg over his stomach, and her fingertips tracing his chest. "Do you want to sleep?" she asked.
"No," he replied. "I'm not tired."
"That's good. Neither am I." She kissed his chest and moved closer, working on his neck. Then she whispered in his ear, her voice a sultry invitation. "Can you take me from behind?"
"Oui," he said, turning his head to meet her expectant lips. "Lolls, I love you."
Her smile lit up the room, and her fingers brushed his cheek as she gazed at his face. "I want you to come with me for the holidays to England. To meet my family. Will you go?"
"I'll be delighted," he said. "Your parents won't mind?"
She shook her head, smiling. "They'll adore you almost as much as I do. But I've never brought a guy home before. My mom might expect an engagement." She laughed and moved closer.
"Someday, I'll marry you, Tracey," he declared.
Tracey kissed him again, and her eyes glistened with tears. "Don't make such promises."
"Why not?" he asked. "I'm always honest with you. Yes, I'll meet your parents, and yes, I'll love you until my last breath."
Her smile shone through her tears, and she kissed him once more, pressing her naked body against his. "I desire you now." His cock responded eagerly, stiffening against her soft belly. "Fully charged and ready for action, mademoiselle." He smiled, and Tracey reached down, guiding his cock into her warmth as they moved in a rhythm as old as time.
High in the cloudless sky, the sun shone brightly, and the hazy summer air was thick enough to slice. From a distant corner of the quarry came a voice calling out, "Come on, slowpoke." It was Emma, her slender, naked figure catching his eye as she climbed onto a flat rock bathed in sunlight, a tempting smile on her lips.
