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"Mmmm," Tracey groaned, her hands seeking out Harry's head to run her fingers through his hair from his spot between her legs. "What a way to wake up on our ann-" Her voice hitched when he hit licked the entirety of her slit. "anniver-anniversary…"

One of Harry's hands came up to paw at her breasts, the other continued its work toying with her clit. As for his mouth, he'd moved away from her pussy to lick up the juices that were coating her thighs, the eye contact he made with her while doing so only wrenched another lurid moan from her.

He moved up until he hovered over her, one hand still pumping his fingers inside of her as he moved to speak with his mouth and the area around it soaked with her.

"I'm glad you've enjoyed your treat so far, this'll be how you wake up for the next week," Only then, with her eyes holding his, did he use the back of his hand to wipe her juices from his face… they wouldn't go to waste either, still holding her eye contact and still fingering her with his thumb stroking her clit, he licked the back of his hand until all the wetness was gone.

Tracey smiled lecherously at him when she saw that, her eyes smouldering, her hair wild and her chest with those large breasts moving erratically. "Don't make a girl a promise you can't keep," Her voice was husky, and all too suddenly for Harry, those long legs of hers that he'd only just been between were wrapped around his back — one heave later and his face was buried between her tits while both of her hands slithered down his torso to grab hold of his cock, its hardness still pressed against his boxers.

Harry leaned in to his wife with a jolt, smashing his lips to hers as she expertly fished his cock through the hole of his boxers and flipped them. As soon as she did that, she slithered her way down his body, giggling when he groaned at the sight of her.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Tracey asked, the question innocent while the situation was anything but.

"No—"

Harry's response was interrupted as Tracey's tongue slipped past her pretty pink lips to lick lengthwise the entirety of his shaft until she swiped the bead of precum off at the tip. That was her game, she always enjoyed throwing him for a loop and their sex life was no different. Her giggle when she pulled back and swallowed was something devilish enough to make him close his eyes, but that proved to be a mistake.

With them closed, the sensations only doubled when she leaned in again. Her tongue would dart out and lick all around his shaft. One hand would join in where her tongue had previously been, giving him a few tugs until his shaft was practically pulsing only for her to let it go again. His peak denied to a background of husky laughter, her hands would roam his body until his cock finished its pulsing.

Worst of all was when one hand would begin playing with his balls, the other would be leisurely stroking him all the while she suctioned the very tip of his cock into her mouth. It was the worse form of torture, the heat and tightness of her mouth unbearable in tandem with the other sensations. He would be right at the edge, his groans fast-paced and his cock leaking endlessly, but she'd pull back with lurid gulps only to blow cool air onto his enflamed, weeping cock.

"Do you want it, Harry?" Tracey asked, her hands working him furiously to a background of wet slapping sounds. "Open your eyes, look at me," She growled, her voice huskier still and the order was altogether impossible to refuse.

Slowly, dreadfully, he opened his eyes and saw his loving wife looking like a sex demon between his legs. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat from her earlier attention, the lips between her legs were still drooling too, the liquid pooling on their sheets. Her hair that he so often loved to play with was down the front of her body, those large hanging breasts hidden behind the curtains they provided with only her nipples peaking out…

Harry groaned.

Tracey pulled her hands off of him and went back to work between his legs using only her mouth as she gazed up at him.

"Tracey… Tracey, I'm close, you have t- fuck! You have to stop!" Harry tried pulling his wife up, but she refused with a pitiful whine as she took him into her throat, nuzzling the black hairs at the base of his cock.

That was it, he threw his head back into the pillows and growled. His release was near, he couldn't stop it, especially not when Tracey pulled back to kiss and lick at him with words that always sent him over the edge.

"Please Harry…" She licked him again.

"I want another baby… please make me a mommy again…" Tracey took his balls in her mouth and sucked, the new sensation making his toes curl as her hands pumped him.

"Fuck Tra—" Harry lost his voice as his cum exploded out, the build-up had already been enough to make him see stars but when Tracey squeaked in surprise and climbed up his body to slot him inside of her pussy as he came, her inner muscles wringing the seed out of him, there were no words to describe the feeling.

Only once he came down from such a high with the pair of them sweaty and the room smelling of Tracey's sex as they cuddled, her feminine musk threatening to arouse him again, did she speak.

"You know," Tracey said with a sigh and languid stretching before her eyes sought out his with a hint of mischief in them. "Our kids are with Daphne right now…"

"Yeah?" Harry asked, his hands going back to their favourite pastime of playing with her large, heavy breasts. Her earlier words about having another child were fresh on his mind, the memory of her already large tits bigger with pregnancy too enticing.

Tracey narrowed her eyes at him as her body tensed, and the next thing he knew, she jumped off him. "Catch me and you can do whatever you want with me!" With those words said, she ran away giggling wildly.

Merlin, he loved her… especially that large arse of hers as it jiggled away.