“Guide me in.” He closed his eyes sighed with satisfaction as he slid back into her. Her hands abandoned his back and moved between them. Indianporn “George, you grea- aiee, that tickles, stop!” She was shrieking and laughing. He laughed to himself as he remembered the time that Fred had stuck his head up through it as they were speeding down the M53 and caught a mouthful of bird shite. She was hot, and a bit wet. He leaned forward with her legs still under his chest. Seventeen minutes after leaving Hermione’s room, and three minutes after finally convincing Fred that he didn’t need a wing-man for this date, George slid into the driver’s seat of his greatest material treasure. He went clear to the hilt so that his pubic bone and hair were grinding against her as he rocked his hips from side to side. He squirmed around a bit so that he was upright and straddling the console.
