Jaimie enclosed Harry's hand in hers and moved it to her hip. She could
feel Harry's nails stroking down her back, and she moaned with pleasure.
"Why don't you let me handle this?" Jaimie said, seductively as ever, as she began kissing him up his neck, beginning with his collar bone. Each kiss seemed to be filled with passion and desire, and Harry could feel the warmth in her lips. When she finally reached his lips, he kissed her so forcefully that she pulled back. Moving back in, Jaimie slipped her tongue into Harry's mouth. She stroked his tongue and played with it, licking it up and down.
Jaimie moved her hands towards Harry's chest and began to fondle his nipples. She removed his robes and shirt, exposing his bare chest. She was amazed at how well-toned he was, for such a thin boy. She began caressing his abs, and slid her tongue out of his mouth. She began moving lower and lower. Let us not forget, Harry is still with us. Each tongue stroke he felt among his bare chest led him to deeper infatuation with Jaimie, ecstatic that he was finally able to live out his innermost dreams. Jaimie was, after all, a few months younger than him, and this was a plus. Harry always enjoyed taking advantage of girls in erotic situations, knowing that they could never resist The-Boy-Who-Must-Be-Shagged.
Jaimie was, in fact, absolutely perfect for Harry, in more ways than one. She was shorter than him, not too short, but very nicely well put together. They both liked to read, hated their 3rd teachers, and were both obsessed with Quidditch. But never mind that, there is snogging to be done.
"Why don't you let me handle this?" Jaimie said, seductively as ever, as she began kissing him up his neck, beginning with his collar bone. Each kiss seemed to be filled with passion and desire, and Harry could feel the warmth in her lips. When she finally reached his lips, he kissed her so forcefully that she pulled back. Moving back in, Jaimie slipped her tongue into Harry's mouth. She stroked his tongue and played with it, licking it up and down.
Jaimie moved her hands towards Harry's chest and began to fondle his nipples. She removed his robes and shirt, exposing his bare chest. She was amazed at how well-toned he was, for such a thin boy. She began caressing his abs, and slid her tongue out of his mouth. She began moving lower and lower. Let us not forget, Harry is still with us. Each tongue stroke he felt among his bare chest led him to deeper infatuation with Jaimie, ecstatic that he was finally able to live out his innermost dreams. Jaimie was, after all, a few months younger than him, and this was a plus. Harry always enjoyed taking advantage of girls in erotic situations, knowing that they could never resist The-Boy-Who-Must-Be-Shagged.
Jaimie was, in fact, absolutely perfect for Harry, in more ways than one. She was shorter than him, not too short, but very nicely well put together. They both liked to read, hated their 3rd teachers, and were both obsessed with Quidditch. But never mind that, there is snogging to be done.