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He eagerly nodded. "Oh yes, please."
Tracey tucked loose strands of her chestnut hair behind her ear and knelt down, leaning over his cock. Her breasts bounced and jiggled enticingly, causing his cock to tremble with impatience. Meeting his gaze, she smiled warmly. "You can touch them. I don't mind."
Desire surged through him, leaving his mouth dry. He nodded slowly and reached out, grasping one of Tracey's amazing breasts in his hand. He savored the weight of her natural, supple flesh, gently squeezing and feeling her nipple harden under his touch. "They're incredible."
Harry Potter leaned forward, balancing on the cedar bench, while Tracey's hand wrapped around his throbbing penis. Her breasts protruded, completely filling his hand. He delicately squeezed them, unsure of how firmly to grip. His penis pulsed under her touch, and as Tracey slowly stroked it, a shiver ran through him.
Her eyes focused on his penis, and she licked her lips. Squeezing his shaft just below the swollen head, a distinct droplet of semen emerged. Instead of feeling disgust, she seemed to take pleasure in the sight, watching it trickle down her fingers and using it as lubricant. "You have the biggest penis I've ever seen."
Harry lifted his hips off the bench, sliding his penis between her warm, slick fingers. He moved his hand from one of her magnificent breasts to the other, giving them equal attention. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and his penis throbbed as the first tremors of orgasm teased his senses.
Tracey quickened the pace, exerting more pressure as she worked her hand up and down his shaft. Soft moans escaped his lips, and his breaths became faster. His penis pulsed, and the pleasure coursing through his body was incomparable to anything he had ever experienced. "I'm so close," he managed to say.
"Come for me, baby," Tracey whispered, her voice hot and breathless, and that was all he needed.
Harry grunted and thrust his hips, his cum shooting out in powerful spurts. The first shot splattered against the ceiling, while the second landed on his stomach and chest in a thick line. He kept coming, again and again, as Tracey continued to pump. Semen spurted from his tip, coating her hand and fingers. He had never produced so much cum before, and it flowed for what seemed like an eternity until his orgasms gradually subsided.
Tracey stared at his penis with fascination and desire. She released his "monster" and opened her hand, gazing at the sea of cum he had left behind. "You really had some backlog."
"Yes," he gasped, trying to catch his breath.
"Lift your hips." Tracey removed his towel and wiped his penis, chest, and stomach clean. She then cleaned her hand and set the towel aside, leaving him completely naked and utterly satisfied.
"Thank you," he said, still in awe of what had just happened. "That was unexpected."
Tracey giggled and shook her head. "There's something about you, Harry Potter. You're incredibly sweet. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No," he replied.
She furrowed her brow. "Why not? You're handsome and funny. I can't believe it. Are you lying to me?"
"Oh God, no," said Harry. "I spent the last seven years living in the Gryffindor dorm, living with my best friend and scaring away every girl. When I finished Hogwarts, I was rather skinny." She raised an eyebrow and looked at his well-defined six-pack and sculpted chest. "You were skinny?"
"Not a skeleton, but definitely too frail. I was weak, and for most of my time at Hogwarts, I didn't apply myself to studying. It was only when my grandfather took care of me, he showed me the value of learning and exercise. It wasn't until the fifth year that the kids stopped bullying me. I started to study, to practice magic, not just to do homework or pass exams, but to go beyond that. Exercising, flying, running, even swimming in the lake, even when the temperature didn't allow it, but that's what magic is for. Coupled with proper nutrition and strength training, the pounds started to appear, as did physical and magical strength. But deep down, I'm still that skinny kid, always chased by my Muggle cousin."
Tracey's eyes softened. She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. "I would love to get to know you, Harry Potter."
His heart skipped a beat, and he inhaled her sweet, airy scent. "Me too," he whispered hoarsely.
Tracey leaned back, sitting on her knees before pulling the towel to cover her breasts. "Stay here, and I'll bring you a clean towel."
He relaxed, his penis softening in the sauna, and his breathing returning to normal. Was he dreaming? Did a hot girl just give him a blowjob? He still couldn't believe it.
True to her word, she returned a minute later, carrying a fresh towel. "I didn't forget about you." Tracey smiled sweetly.
She had already seen his nudity, and he saw no reason to hide. He stepped off the bench and stood before her, completely naked.
Tracey's eyes traveled down to his semi-hard penis, swaying between his legs. She handed him the towel and then looked back at him. "Will you be here tomorrow?" she asked.
He wrapped the towel around his waist and nodded. "I'm going for a run in the morning, but now that I have access to the pool, I'll be catching up on swimming. Tomorrow afternoon?"
Tracey's eyes lit up. "Yes. Three o'clock?" "Yes," he replied with a smile.
Tracey rose on her tiptoes and kissed him gently on the lips. "Au revoir, Harry Potter." She turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the sauna, completely speechless.
Later that night, Harry met Fleur, Bill, and Gabrielle for dinner at the sushi restaurant around the corner, run by a goblin. Gabrielle shared with them her conversation with her friend. She planned to move in with her friend later this week, but for the next few nights, she would be staying at Bill and Fleur's place. They didn't discuss sleeping arrangements, and Harry had no intention of bringing up the topic during dinner. Eventually, the problem would resolve itself, and he would suggest either taking the couch or staying at his grandfather's house for a few days. Grandfather wouldn't be thrilled if it came to that, and Harry would only suggest it as a last resort.
Fleur and Gabrielle were chatty during the short walk back to the apartment, while Bill remained gloomy, absorbed in the documents and notes he brought home from work. Harry worried about his brother Ron's mental health but wasn't sure how to address it without causing Bill to shut down. It was evident that the change in lifestyle had taken a toll on him.
Harry, a young man with messy black hair and glasses, observed the two girls with admiration. Fleur's golden waves cascaded down her shoulders, accentuated by a white V-neck shirt. She paired it with faded jeans featuring thigh rips.
Gabrielle's white hair shimmered under the streetlights, swaying from side to side and reaching halfway down her back. She wore a black shirt and snug white shorts that showcased her honey-toned legs. Her feet adorned white open-toe sandals.
As we walked, passersby could have mistaken us for a double date, which brought me some comfort. However, during dinner, Gabrielle firmly placed me in the friend zone. I wasn't sure if my grandfather's approach would pay off, unless I managed to arrange some one-on-one time with her. We entered the high-rise building and took the elevator to the twenty-first floor. During the ride, the sisters engaged in an animated conversation about Fleur's best friend. When the elevator doors opened, we stepped outside, and my heart raced.
Tracey was waiting in the hallway, a stunning woman with chestnut hair cascading over her right shoulder. She stood next to a handsome man with a chiseled jaw, wearing a Rolex, a dark suit, and a thick gold chain around his neck. Tracey's black cocktail dress revealed enough cleavage to capture anyone's attention. The way her curves filled the smooth, satin fabric stirred something within me.
"Tracey?" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement.
"Harry!" Tracey's face brightened with a beautiful smile. She glanced at Fleur and Gabrielle before focusing her gaze back on me. Tracey took a step forward, planting a kiss on both of my cheeks before retreating to her companion, who was wealthy and undeniably handsome. "Do you live on this floor?"
I nodded, my jaw almost hitting the floor. "Straight down the hallway. 1357. And you?" Tracey's surprise was evident. "I live next door in 1259. Wow." Ron's brother coughed, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed Fleur and Gabrielle staring at Tracey. "Sorry," I apologized, stepping aside. "Tracey, this is my best friend Bill's brother, his girlfriend Fleur, and her sister Gabrielle. I've been staying at Bill and Fleur's apartment."
For the first time that night, Bill smiled from ear to ear and extended his hand. "I think I've seen you a few times before. Nice to meet you."
"You too," Tracey replied, turning to the man beside her. "This is my friend, Louis," she introduced him briefly.
Louis raised an eyebrow and grinned, exuding testosterone. "Louis Pierre," he said, sliding his hand into Tracey's. However, Tracey's smile dimmed slightly, and she seemed hesitant to take Louis's hand. When she squeezed it, her hand went limp in his grasp. It had only been an hour since I met her, but I already knew she didn't like being objectified. How could this guy not notice?
"Nice to meet you," Harry said.
Gabrielle's gaze shifted to Louis, and he reciprocated with a flirtatious glance. "We shouldn't keep you," Harry said. "Looks like you're heading out."
"Oui," Tracey sighed. "We should probably go. Surprisingly, she gave me a brief hug and whispered in my ear, 'He's not my boyfriend.' Stepping back, she caught Louis ogling Fleur's enticing cleavage.
Bill couldn't take his eyes off Tracey, while Harry observed the intense sexual tension permeating the hallway. The elevator doors closed, and Tracey reached out to stop them. "See you tomorrow," Tracey said as Louis entered alongside her.
"See you," Harry replied before the doors closed. When he turned around, he saw the entire trio staring at him, frozen in shock.
Inside the apartment, Bill refilled Harry's glass with another intoxicating liquid. Bill poured himself a drink, and they opened another bottle.
"Man, I still can't believe it. That hot English girl," Bill said, casting a glance at Fleur, who lounged in an oversized chair, crossing one leg over the other.
Fleur rolled her eyes. "I know who she is. You drool every time you see her."
Gabrielle, sitting next to Harry on the couch, tucked her bare feet underneath her and swirled the wine glass in her hand. "Did you see the way she looked at you?"
"How?" Harry raised his glass and took a sip. He knew exactly what she meant but wanted to hear it from her.
"Like she wanted to fuck you," Fleur mumbled.
Bill chuckled and shook his head. "Younger brother's buddy. Damn." He raised his glass for a toast, and they clinked glasses. "Did she just walk up to you and start talking?"
"She needed a spotter on the bench," Harry explained. "And so did I."
"I can spot on a bench," Gabrielle interjected.
"You weren't there," Harry replied. "It was just Tracey and me."
"What did you learn about her?" Bill asked, leaning forward with newfound excitement, perched on the edge of his seat.
"She's also aspiring to be a healer," Harry revealed. "Oh, you have something in common," Fleur noted. "How old is she?"
"The same age as Harry," Bill answered. Fleur furrowed her brow. "How do you know?"
Bill shrugged. "Checked her at Gringotts. She's our neighbor, and I was curious."
Gabrielle glanced at her sister, then focused her attention back on Harry. "What happened after you finished lifting weights?" she asked, suddenly fascinated by his life.
"We went to the sauna."
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