Angelina could hear Harry’s breathing become louder and more erratic as he too masturbated his now hard 7 inch cock. Harry watched her hips begin to rotate, loving the sight of her flesh ripple around her hips. ‘You have the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor,’ mumbled Harry as he threw the pillow onto the floor and adjusted his skin-tight boxers, which hung low around his hips. Angelina felt a moment of empowerment over Harry as her dirty playing was helping Harry pleasure himself. ‘Ahhhh! ‘So nobody knows who he is then?’ asked Harry. Quick as a flash, Harry grabbed his wand and started to fire off protective spells all around them. Harry’s cock stood perfectly straight in the air in its 7 inch glory. Dean spat onto his hand and began to rub his cock to lubricate it as he eased aside Hermione’s pyjama shorts, revealing her tight pink pussy to him. Harry began to slow down his jacking off and began to shake his cock now and then as he watched Angelina play with herself.
