1. One Big Horny Weasley Family - chapter 10


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, BDSM, Fan fiction, Male/Female, Spanking, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Even Janice Black-Hargrove, manager of the Harpies, had been nice to him, and she hadn’t said anything nice to him… ever, now that he thought about it. He shifted his duffle around on his shoulder and glanced at his watch. He had about thirty minutes until Hermione showed up. Hopefully that would give him time enough to get everything set up. He wished he’d gotten here earlier so he could have at least dropped all this in the room before hand, but screwing his wife was a better reason than most for being late. Glad that no one had asked what was in the bag, he checked it again: candles, bottle of lotion, Hermione’s favorite love song CD, feathers, warming gel, and her most-used scented bath oils. He smiled to himself, this was going to be a good night. He dug down a little deeper and found the bottle of ‘personal lubricant’ that the book had recommended. His smile widened; hopefully a very good night. A young man in a white jacket and black pants was just leaving his room as he walked down the hall. “Hey, why were you in my room?” The young man, kid Ron corrected himself, jumped and his face turned bright red. He also slid something into his pocket. “Sorry, sir, just delivering room service, sir.” “Room service? I didn’t order anything.” “Your wife, sir,” the kid said, and blushed even more as he fidgeted a bit. “Oh. Okay, thanks,” Ron said as he walked on by. He wondered why the kid had seemed so nervous. He turned around to ask, but the kid was gone and the service ...
    elevator door dinged. He opened the door as quietly as he could, hoping maybe to catch his wife reclining naked in the tub, or maybe skinny dipping in the hot tub; that would certainly explain the kid’s behavior. Neither one even remotely prepared him for what he found when he opened the door. The room was mostly dark, with the exception of a single soft light that shone down onto the chaise in the middle of the room. Artfully draped across it was a woman dressed from neck to ankle in shiny, black leather. Her toenails were painted a garish, daring red color that contrasted sharply with the creamy white skin of her feet. His eyes were drawn along the shapely legs to the suggestive opening at their center. She slid a single finger, its nail painted the same seductive red, over a zipper on the center seam of the crotch. He followed the finger as it travelled up the body to reveal gorgeous cleavage and teasing mounds of pale flesh squeezed into a heart shaped opening. Brown hair fell down, covering her face, and perched atop her head were two small triangles of black fur that looked like cat ears. “Fuck me,” he whispered, as his eyes trailed over her again. “Mrowr,” she growled low and seductively. His wife looked up at him. “Meow, back,” he said as he kicked the door shut, dropped his bag, and started shedding clothes as he walked toward her. “Mrowr ma meor?” “If you’re asking if I like it, I like it very much.” He leaned down to kiss her, his arm braced on the back of the chair for ...
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