Both Harry and Angelina now lay on their left sides, floating in mid-air, with Harry spearing his cock in and out of her twat at a furious pace. Harry was positive that his cock was now probably so lathered with her juices that if he took out his cock and shook it around, he could make it rain pussy juices. Angelina smiled and then asked, “Side-along apparate?”
“I guess,” Harry said. ***
Harry looked around, noticing the open kitchen, a sturdy wooden dining table and a nice green couch in the cozy little hall. “Remember what you told me once during training, Angie?” Harry asked, and then said in a sing-song voice, “Even when on your last legs, keep pushing forward – it’s never over till it’s over.”
And then he gave another thrust, pushing her forward another step. Angelina actually had to raise her head from its prone position on the couch to try and swallow it, but it still dribbled down her neck and onto her breasts. He trailed wet kisses down her neck and she moaned