Chapter 9: Chapter 9
Five years have passed since Petunia and Jason had taken Harry in, he was a energetic five year old little boy now and today was his birthday.
Petunia was busy baking a cake for him while keeping a watchful eye on him and Emma.
Emma was a little over three now almost four and she and Harry right now where playing outside in the garden.
Petunia watched from the kitchen window as the two children dug through a pile of autumn leaves, their laughter ringing through the crisp morning air. Emma, with her wild curls and mischievous grin, had already managed to get mud on both knees while Harry, ever the gentleman, tried valiantly to keep his clothes clean though his shoes were already caked in dirt.
Petunia wiped her flour-dusted hands on her apron and turned back to the counter where the cake batter sat waiting. The house smelled of cinnamon and vanilla, the warmth of the oven humming softly in the background.
"Ah hard at work baking I see," Jason says as he walks into the kitchen , his green eyes crinkling with amusement as he leaned against the doorframe.
Petunia didn’t look up from the cake batter, her fingers working the wooden spoon in slow, deliberate circles. "It's Harry's birthday," she said, her voice steady, but her pulse quickened at the sound of Jason's low chuckle.
"Yeah, and you're making him a cake that looks like it belongs in a bloody bakery," Jason teased, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the small of her back as he peered over her shoulder at the batter.m "He is going to love it," he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles on her hip through the thin fabric of her dress, sending a shiver down her spine.
Petunia swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the spoon. "It's just a cake," she said, though the way her voice hitched betrayed her.
Jason’s smirk deepened, his green eyes darkening as they dropped to her lips. "A cake you’re gonna feed to me later," he murmured, his voice rough with something dark and hungry. His fingers slid lower, teasing the hem of her dress before slipping beneath it to grip her thigh. "With your hands, your mouth...
wh—" His words cut off when the distant sound of children’s laughter drifted through the kitchen window, reminding them both that they were not, in fact, alone.
Petunia’s breath hitched as she set the spoon down, her knuckles whitening against the edge of the counter. Jason’s fingers, still hot against her thigh, flexed possessively before retreating just enough to let her think. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice a low, filthy promise.
“Later, Pet. When those they are asleep, but for now," he says taking his hands off her body and walking outside.
"Hi daddy," Emma says as he smiles walking up to her and Harry.
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"Hi sweetheart, did you find any good stuff for your mum?" he says kneeling down to their level.
"Look what we found," Harry says holding out a twig shaped like a sword.
Jason takes it in his hands examining it. "Nice, this will look great in your room," he says looking to Petunia as she walks to the kitchen door.
"Thank you daddy," Harry says hugging him tightly.
Petunia watches as Emma wraps her arms around Jason's leg, the twig sword still clutched in Harry's small hand.
She smiles softly to herself at the sight, feeling warmth spread through her chest.
It was moments like these—simple, ordinary—that she never thought she’d have.
"You know Harry I have feeling I'm forgetting something, what day is it," Jason asks smiling to Harry.
"Daddy it's my birthday," Harry says laughing as he hugs him tightly.
"Oh that's right," Jason says picking him up and spinning him around.
Petunia watches as the two of them laugh, the sound making her heart swell. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the way Jason’s muscles flex as he spins Harry in the air. His shirt rides up just slightly, revealing a sliver of toned stomach, and Petunia’s fingers itch to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin beneath her palms.
"Harry, I got something for you," Petunia says as she walks over to a cupboard and pulled something out
She pulls out a small wooden box that had been tucked away for years. She opens it to reveal a tiny silver wand, its handle carved with delicate ivy and roses—matching the design on their bedroom door.
Harry's eyes widen as he reaches for it, his small fingers curling around the smooth wood. "For me, Mum?" he asks, his voice filled with wonder.
Petunia nods, her throat tight with emotion. "Yes, love. It's yours," she says softly.
Jason watches the scene unfold, his green eyes soft in the firelight. He steps forward, kneeling down to Harry's level. "That's a fine wand, Harry," he says, his voice warm.
"But do you know what the most special thing about it is?" he asks kneeling down to Harry's level.
Harry shakes his head, his eyes wide with curiosity.
Jason leans in, whispering dramatically, "It responds to love. Just like you do."
Harry’s face lights up, his small hand clutching the wand tighter. "Love? Really?"
"Really," Jason confirms, ruffling Harry’s hair affectionately.
Petunia watches them, her chest warm with affection. She knows Jason is laying the foundation for something deeper—something that will stay with Harry as he grows. The way he interacts with Harry, the kindness and patience in his eyes, makes her heart swell with love for them both.
"Follow me it's time I showed you a little secret about our home," Jason says taking the wand in hand as he and Harry walk into the library.
The room was vast, lined with towering shelves of leather-bound books and the scent of old paper and beeswax. Petunia trailed behind, her fingers brushing against the spines of the books as she passed.
Jason led them to a far corner of the library where a large, ornate mirror hung on the wall. It was framed in gold, its surface reflecting the dim light of the library in a way that made it seem almost alive.
"Harry, do you remember what I told you about magic mirrors?" Jason asked, his voice low and conspiratorial.
Harry nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with excitement. "They show more than just reflections."
Jason grinned. "Exactly. This one is special. This one shows our family tree," Jason says softly as he steps forward and takes Harry’s small hand in his. He presses it against the mirror’s surface. The glass ripples like water under his touch, and for a moment, nothing happens. Then—
A shimmer. A gasp.
Petunia’s breath catches as the mirror’s surface clears, revealing not just their reflections, but something far deeper, far older. The image shifts, the glass now showing a tapestry woven from memory—strings of golden light, branching like roots into the past. At the center of it all, a single name glows: *Harry Potter.*
Jason’s voice drops to a whisper, thick with emotion. "This mirror doesn’t just show what was.
It shows what *could be*—if you believe strong enough," Jason murmurs, his hand still pressed to the glass between theirs. The reflection shimmers, the light shifting from gold to pale blue, swirling like liquid starlight around Harry’s tiny fingers.
Harry gasps, his breath fogging the mirror’s surface. "Mum—look!"
The image solidifies into something breathtaking: Harry as a young man, his green eyes—so like his father’s—flashing with a quiet power. Around him, Petunia and Jason stand beside him, their arms linked, their faces alight with pride.
The mirror shows them older, their love weathered but unbroken, their hands still intertwined. Jason’s green eyes crinkle at the corners, his smirk softer now, worn with time but no less wicked. Petunia’s hair is streaked with silver, her lips still full and her gaze still sharp, but there’s a warmth in her eyes that wasn’t there before. A *home.*
Harry’s breath hitches. "Is that… us?"
Jason’s thumb brushes against the back of Harry’s hand, grounding him. "Yeah, kiddo. That’s us."
Petunia’s fingers tighten around Jason’s arm, her nails pressing into the fabric of his shirt.
"But Harry, it's time that we tell you something important, something that me and mom have bene discussing when we should tell you," Jason says turning to look at her. "Harry, you know that we love you very much, but there's something you should know about your past," she says softly.
Harry’s eyes flicker between them, his grip tightening around his new wand. "What is it, Mum?"
Jason exhales slowly, his green eyes soft but serious. "Harry, you were born to two very brave and loving people. Your mum and dad—they were James and Lily Potter. They loved you more than anything in the world. And they gave their lives to protect you."
Harry’s breath catches, his small chest rising and falling rapidly.
"My real mum and dad?" he whispers, his grip on the wand trembling. The mirror’s magic flickers, the image of James and Lily Potter shimmering into view—young, vibrant, their faces alight with love as they cradle a newborn Harry in their arms. Petunia’s throat tightens, her fingers digging into Jason’s arm as if she could anchor herself to the present.
Jason kneels down, his green eyes locked on Harry’s. They were the bravest people I’ve ever known. And they loved you more than anything." His voice is steady, but Petunia can hear the strain beneath it, the weight of the truth pressing down on all of them.
The library feels too small, the air too thick. She watches as Harry’s small fingers tighten around his new wand, his knuckles white with tension.
Harry’s voice is barely a whisper, trembling with something raw and fragile. "Why did they have to die?"
Jason exhales sharply, his hand coming up to rest on Harry’s shoulder, grounding him. "Because there are people in this world who are cruel, Harry. People who don’t understand love, who only see power. But your mum and dad—they fought to keep you safe. And we’re going to make sure you grow up knowing just how much they loved you."
Petunia swallows hard, her throat tight with unshed tears.
"Now Harry, this wand is special not just because of what is capable but what it represents. Thai wand combines your mother and father's wand into one," Jason says softly as he hands the wand to Harry.
Harry takes the wand in his hands looking up at them his eyes wide with wonder.
"Can I try it?" Harry asks looking up at them both.
Jason and Petunia look at each other for a moment before nodding.
Jason kneels down to Harry's level, his green eyes soft with pride. "You go into the garden where we can keep an eye on you and practice."
Harry nods eagerly, clutching his wand tightly as he runs off into the garden, his small steps kicking up leaves as he goes.
Petunia watches him go for a moment before turning back to Jason her cheeks flushed with emotion.
The library feels too heavy, too full of things unsaid. She exhales sharply, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress. "That was... difficult," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jason steps closer, his green eyes dark with something unreadable. "Yeah," he agrees, his voice low. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jawline. "But you were incredible."
Petunia leans into his touch, her breath hitching as his fingers slide down to her neck, his thumb pressing gently against her pulse point. She can feel the heat of his body, the way his muscles tense as he pulls her closer.
"I'll finish the cake dear, go spend time with him," Jason says softly.
Petunia nods, her throat tight, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She watches as Jason turns away, his broad shoulders disappearing through the library doorway, before she lets out a shaky breath.
The weight of everything still presses down on her—Harry’s revelation, the mirror’s magic, the past and future tangled together like roots beneath the manor’s foundations.
She needs *release*. She needs *him*.
Petunia exhales sharply, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress.
She finds him in the kitchen, his back to her as he rolls out the cake batter with practiced ease. His muscles shift beneath his shirt, the fabric clinging to the broad expanse of his shoulders. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon hangs thick in the air, but it’s the heat radiating off him that makes her mouth go dry.
Jason turns slightly, his green eyes catching hers over his shoulder. he asks, his voice low, rough with something unspoken.
Petunia walks out into the garden looking at Harry waving his wand around seeing the little sparks be makes.
"Having fun Harry," she says walking close to Harry as Harry turns around and smiles at her.
"Look mum, I made a spark," Harry says holding his wand up with a proud smile.
Petunia smiles and kneels down to his level. "That's amazing, Harry. You're a natural."
Harry beams, his green eyes sparkling with excitement. "Daddy said I could practice more outside."
Petunia nods and stands up, her eyes scanning the garden for Jason. She spots him near the old oak tree, his back to her as he leans against the rough bark, his arms crossed over his chest. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows across his broad shoulders and the strong line of his back.
"He is right but before that, can I show you something," she has sitting down on a bench under the oak, her fingers twisting together in her lap, her voice suddenly thin like she is trying to be calm but her whole body tells a different story.
Harry sat next to as he looked into her hand seeing a book in her hand
"Mum, what's that?" Harry asks looking up at her.
Petunia opens the book to reveal a picture of a young woman with wild red hair and a man with messy black hair and green eyes.
"These are your parents, Harry," she says softly, her voice trembling. "They loved you so much."
Harry's small fingers trace the edges of the photo, his eyes wide with wonder. "They look nice," he whispers.
Petunia nods, her throat tight. "They were the best," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "And they would be so proud of you."
Harry looks up at her, his green eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Mum, will they come back?" His voice is small, fragile.
Petunia swallows hard, her fingers tightening around the book. "No, sweetheart. But they’re always with you. In your heart. In your magic." She reaches out, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. "Just like you’re always with us."
Harry nods slowly, his small hand clutching the photo. "Can I keep this?"
"Of course," she says, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "It’s yours."
Harry tucks the photo carefully into his pocket before running off to rejoin Emma, his laughter ringing through the garden once more.
"But, I do have something else for you," she says pulling out something else a small little trinket she made long ago "I made this with your mother a long time ago, I have always considered it my good luck charm," she says holding up a small silver locket with a tiny engraving of a phoenix on it.
Harry's eyes widen as he takes it in his hands, his small fingers tracing the delicate engraving. "It's beautiful, Mum," he says, his voice filled with awe.
Petunia smiles softly, her heart swelling with love. "It is yours now, Harry. Keep it close to your heart, just like your parents always did."
Harry nods, carefully placing the locket around his neck. He looks up at Petunia with a mixture of wonder and gratitude. "Thank you, Mum," he says hugging her tightly. She holds him close, feeling his small body tremble slightly with the weight of the day’s revelations.
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The garden is quiet now, the golden light of late afternoon casting long shadows across the lawn. Emma and Harry are inside, their laughter drifting through the open windows as they play with their new toys. Petunia stands by the oak tree, her fingers tracing the rough bark as she watches Jason in the distance, his back still turned to her as he tends to the last of the garden’s autumn flowers.
She can feel the tension in her body, the way her skin prickles with awareness every time he moves.
The air between them is thick with the weight of unspoken need, the kind of hunger that has been simmering for days, weeks—maybe even years. Petunia watches as Jason’s fingers dig into the earth, his muscles flexing beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, the way the afternoon light catches the sweat glistening on his forearms. She wants to taste him, to feel the heat of his skin against hers, to let him fuck the tension right out of her.
She steps forward, her bare feet silent against the grass, the hem of her dress brushing against her thighs. The fabric feels too tight, too restrictive, the lace of her panties already damp with anticipation.
Petunia’s fingers twitch at her sides, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as she watches Jason’s back muscles shift beneath his shirt. The air is thick with the scent of earth and sweat, the late afternoon sun casting golden streaks across his skin. She can see the way his trousers cling to his thighs, the way the fabric strains against the hard lines of his body. *Fuck, she needs him.*
She steps closer, her bare feet sinking into the cool grass, the hem of her dress whispering against her legs. The sound of Harry and Emma’s laughter fades into the background, drowned out by the pounding of her own heart. Jason doesn’t turn around—he *knows*.
"How are you holding up," Jason asks holding her eyes as he continues tending to the flowers "I can tell you are stressed."
Petunia swallows hard, her throat tight as the heat of his words seeps into her skin like a brand. She steps closer, her bare feet silent against the grass, the hem of her dress brushing against her thighs.
"I need you," she whispers, her voice raw with need.
Jason’s fingers still in the soil, his back muscles tensing beneath his shirt.
"Not yet honey," he says kissing her neck causing her to shiver and bite her lips.
Petunia swallows hard, her throat tight as the heat of his words seep into her skin like a brand.
Jason turns suddenly, his green eyes dark with hunger, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her against him. Petunia gasps as she feels the hard bulge in his trousers grind against her stomach, and her core clenches with need.
"After dinner alright, let's finish his birthday with style," he says smiling into her ear and taking her hand and kissing it softly.
Petunia whimpers, her fingers curling into his shirt as he pulls back just enough to meet her gaze. His green eyes burn with something dark, something he smiles kissing her lips.
softly. "After dinner, Pet. When it's just us," he murmurs, his voice rough, his hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck. His thumb traces the edge of her jaw, calloused and warm, and she shivers at the possessiveness in his touch. "But if you need *reminding* now, I can do that too."
Petunia’s breath hitches, her body betraying her as heat pools between her thighs. She knows what he’s offering—what he *wants*—and god help her, she’s already halfway there. The way he’s looking at her, like she’s the only thing in the world he wants to devour, makes her knees weak.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to her, the fucker. She can feel the damp heat between her thighs, the way her body is already betraying her, aching for him.
Petunia bites her lower lip, her nails digging into his chest through his shirt, her voice a breathy whisper that can barely be heard over the rustle of the autumn leaves around them. “Alright but after dinner, not a minute later," she demands, her eyes locked onto his with a hunger that matches his own.
Jason’s smirk is dark, wicked, his fingers tightening on her waist before sliding around to grip her ass, pulling her flush against him so she can feel *exactly* how hard he is for her. The thick ridge of his cock presses against the seam of her panties, the fabric already soaked with her arousal.
Soon after dinner they are alone in their room.
She was up against the wall as he bites and sucks her neck , while she moaned, her hands clutching his hair.
Petunia gasps as the fabric parts, baring her skin to his hungry gaze. His hands are rough, possessive, sliding up her thighs to grip the lace of her panties and tearing them from her body with a sharp tug.
"Jason—!" she cries out, her head thudding back against the wall as his fingers find her wet heat.
He pulls back and kneels lifting her dress seeing she had not panties on and slowly starts sucking on her clit.
His tongue is warm and wet as it circles her clit, his fingers sliding into her wet pussy. Petunia moans, her fingers gripping his hair tightly as she arches her back, pressing herself further into his mouth. His tongue moves faster, flicking and teasing her clit while his fingers curl inside her, finding that sweet spot that makes her whimper and gasp.
"Fuck, Jason—yes, right there," she pants, her voice trembling with need. He doesn’t stop, his mouth working her relentlessly, his fingers thrusting in and out of her slick heat.
Petunia’s legs tremble, her thighs quivering as pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside her. She pulls his hair hard enough to make him groan against her skin, her hips rocking against his face.
"Fuck you’re good at this," she gasps, breathless and desperate. Her voice is raw, needy, the words spilling out before she can stop them. Jason growls against her, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure crashing through her.
He shoved his tongue inside of her , fucking her with it, his fingers still working her clit. Petunia’s thighs shook violently, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The wet sounds of his mouth on her, the filthy way he was devouring her, had her head spinning. She could feel her orgasm building, a tight, burning coil in her lower belly.
"Fuck—Jason—don’t stop—" she begged, her voice breaking. She was so close, so fucking close, her body trembling on the edge.
His fingers curled inside her, pressing against that sensitive spot deep within her pussy, and she shattered.
A broken scream tore from her throat as her back arched violently off the wall, her hips grinding against his face as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through her. Her fingers twisted in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as her body convulsed around his plunging digits, her walls fluttering with the force of her climax.
Jason didn’t let up; he kept fucking her with his fingers, prolonging her orgasm until she was trembling, her breath coming in desperate, broken gasps. Only then did he finally pull his fingers from her dripping cunt, bringing them to his lips.
His green eyes locked on hers as he slowly licked them clean, savoring every drop of her arousal. "Fuck, Pet," he groaned, his voice rough with lust. "You taste like sin."
Petunia's chest heaved as she watched him, her legs still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She could feel her own wetness dripping down her thighs, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. "Your turn," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need.
Jason didn't need to be told twice. With a growl, he stood up, his hands gripping her waist and lifting her effortlessly.
Petunia wrapped her legs around his waist, her dress riding up around her hips as she felt the thick ridge of his cock press against her bare, needy pussy. Jason's mouth crashed onto hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her lips, tangling with hers as he carried her toward the wall, his hips pinning her against it.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me, Pet," he groaned against her lips, his hands sliding up to grip her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. He squeezed them roughly, his thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples, making her gasp into his mouth.
Petunia arched her back, grinding her dripping pussy against the thick outline of his cock through his trousers, needing friction—needing *him*—desperately.
Jason’s hands dropped lower, gripping the hem of her dress and dragging it up over her hips in one rough motion. The fabric pooled around her waist, leaving her bare and exposed to his hungry gaze. His green eyes darkened even more as they raked over her trembling body, taking in the way her skin flushed pink with arousal, the way her thighs glistened with her own wetness.
“Fuck, you’re *perfect*,” he growled, his voice rough with need.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, his thumbs pressing into the crease where her thighs met her cunt, spreading her open just enough to let the cool air tease her swollen, dripping lips. The contrast of the chill against her overheated flesh made her whimper, her back arching off the wall as she tried to grind herself against him.
Jason didn’t let her. Instead, he dropped to his knees again, his breath hot against her inner thighs as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue dragged up the length of her slit, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her—sweet and musky, the flavor of her arousal coating his lips.
Petunia’s fingers twisted in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp as she pulled him closer, her hips bucking against his face.
**"Fuck—Jason, don’t tease me—"** she gasped, her voice raw with need. **"I need you inside me, now."**
Jason growled against her, the vibration making her shudder. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, spreading her wider as his tongue flicked over her clit, circling it with maddening precision.
He slowly pushed into her with his cock , stretching her open with a thick, deliberate thrust that made her gasp. His hips rolled against hers, grinding deep as he filled her completely. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the wet, filthy noise of her cunt taking every inch of him. His cock pulsed inside her, thick and hot, the head pressing against her cervix with each deep thrust.
Petunia moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched her back, her tits bouncing with each rough thrust. "Fuck—Jason—yes, just like that—" she panted, her voice breaking as pleasure coiled tighter inside her. Her walls clenched around him, her body already trembling on the edge.
She could feel every ridge of his cock dragging against her hypersensitive flesh, the thick vein pulsing with each deep, punishing thrust. His mouth found her nipple through the flimsy fabric of her dress, biting down just hard enough to make her cry out, the sharp sting of pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure of him stretching her so perfectly.
"Fuck yes—don’t stop—" she begged, her voice breaking as her hips met his thrusts with desperate, needy rolls of her own. The wet sounds of their bodies slamming together echoed in the room, the filthy, obscene rhythm of it making her whimper.
Jason’s cock was *thick*—so fucking thick—that every time he buried himself inside her, she felt the stretch, the burn, the way her cunt had to *work* to take him. His hips rolled in deep, punishing thrusts, his balls slapping against her ass with each snap of his waist.
"Fuck, look at you," Jason growled, his voice rough with lust as he pulled back just enough to watch his cock disappear inside her again. "I love you," he says biting her neck hard making her fall apart.
Petunia's back arched off the wall, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her walls clenched around him in a vice-like grip. Her nails raked down his back, drawing blood as the first wave of her orgasm crashed through her.
"Jason, fuck—fuck—!" she screamed, her voice breaking as her body trembled violently around him.
He didn't relent. Jason drove into her with brutal force, his hips snapping against hers, the wet, obscene sound of their bodies filling the room. His cock dragged through her dripping folds with every thrust, spreading her cream around the base of his shaft as he pistoned in and out of her.
The filthy, wet sounds of their fucking filled the room, the obscene slapping of skin against skin as he buried himself balls-deep inside her again and again.
"Fuck, Pet," Jason groaned, his voice rough with lust as he watched his cock disappear inside her again. "Look at you taking every inch like a good girl."
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, his thumbs pressing into the crease where her thighs met her cunt, spreading her wider to give him better access. Every time he pulled back, the thick head of his cock stretched her entrance, making her whimper with the delicious burn.
His fingers tightened on her hips, nails biting into her skin hard enough to leave marks, and he muttered under his breath, “You’re fucking perfect like this, so tight around me—fuckPetunia threw her head back against the wall, her breath coming in broken gasps, her pussy clenching around him with each deep thrust. His cock was thick, so thick, stretching her to the point of sweet agony, filling her so completely she could feel the pulse of his heartbeat inside her.
Jason groaned, his voice rough with lust, his hips snapping against hers in a relentless rhythm.
His cock was buried to the hilt inside her, the thick base stretching her open, the swollen head pressing against the deepest part of her. Every thrust was a brutal, filthy claim, his balls slapping against her ass with a wet, obscene sound.
"Fuck, Pet—" he growled, his breath hot against her ear as he drove into her again and again. "You feel so fucking good. So tight. So *mine*."
Petunia’s nails dug into his shoulders, her back arching off the wall as she took every punishing inch of him. Her pussy was dripping, her arousal coating his cock as he fucked her with deep, unrelenting strokes.