1. One Big Horny Weasley Family - chapter 2


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Male/Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 72.7, Source: sexstories.com

    aside her bra. She responded to his touch well. Her small nipples were like beads in his fingers, and her breasts felt full and firm. She ground her pelvis down against him, and he responded by pushing up with his own, though the layers of denim and cotton between them were causing him intense discomfort. Suddenly she broke the kiss and pushed against his chest. She scrambled out of their blanket cocoon like a rat escaping a trap. Ron sat up, confused by the sudden change. Her eyes were manic, filled with fear, and her hair was even wilder than normal. She began to tug at her sweater as though trying to straighten it. "Ron, I," she stammered as her mouth opened and closed. Ron stood up and held his hands out to her. "I, I have to," she was stuttering and backing away from him as she gestured vaguely toward the castle. She didn't seem to know what to do with her hands. "I, I have to, to go." She turned and scampered up the grassy bank and bolted across the field to the castle. "Dammit!" Ron stuck his hands down the front of his pants and adjusted the angle of his hard-on. Once it was no longer trying to tear itself through the front of his jeans, he was a lot more comfortable. "I wish she'd figure out what the fuck she wants," he said to the vast emptiness that was now his companion. He reached down, snatched up his wand and made a violent gesture toward the blanket, which resumed its normal shape as a woman's heavy cloak. He ran his fingers over the hand-embroidered, silver ...
    HG his mother had sewn on to it. He cleaned it off and slung it over his shoulder, then returned to the castle as well. Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny were all in the common room when he came through. All were occupied though and paid him no mind. He headed up the stairs towards the girls' dormitories. He stopped at the sixth year girls’ door and took a deep breath. She was probably in there, upset and crying about God only knew what. There was a red scarf draped over the door. "Girls," Ron chuckled and quietly opened the door. "Yes, Ron, yes, just like that." There was no mistaking Hermione’s voice, though it had an unusual, breathy quality to it though. He almost answered when he heard his name, but something told him to keep his mouth shut. He peeked through the opening, but was totally unprepared for he saw. Hermione Granger, Miss straight-laced, Miss perfect prefect and future Head Girl, top student, and the woman so innocent that it had taken him six months to get to first base; was lying on the bed with her hands on her knickers, pressing the white cotton against her mound. The rest of her clothes were strewn across the dormitory floor. "Oh, God, yes,” she grunted as her hips rose off the bed. Ron slipped into the room and quietly closed the door. This was in-fucking-credible. He hid in the shadow of an armoire and watched. This was way better than the pictures in the dirty magazines that Fred kept in his school trunk. This was his girlfriend, masturbating in real life, ...
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