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"I am more than capable of enduring it," Harry asserted after regaining his calm once the surge had faded. They are also not blindingly white. I like to imagine them as ivory. They don't look to be old. However, I must admit that they are rather huge."
Narcissa swayed his desire with a flick of her finger. "Ah, it appears we have a daring one here." Very good... Wouldn't it be more appropriate, given the doctor's desire for protracted carnal stimulation, if you indulged yourself once more while seeing the 'images'?" She used air quotes as she spoke, well knowing that he would be looking at her instead.
"Are you certain you will not object?" he said as he raised both hands to his manhood. His eagerness was so strong that he stroked himself before she could answer.
"Why should I raise an objection?" My objective is to help you achieve your everyday goal." "Pay me no mind," she said, clutching her breasts with both hands. My bosom hurts and needs to be massaged. I'll just take care of it."
She laughed. She was virtually euphoric with joy on the inside. This is the fulfillment of a dream! I know my Darling will be a wonderful lover. And because we've already gone this far, it's only a matter of time until we move on to the last act. I simply need to destroy Lily's defenses, and then I'll be free to feast on this gorgeous beast whenever I choose.
Despite his strong desire to please himself, Harry felt self-conscious with Narcissa on her knees, her nose almost touching the tip of his erection. His hands concealed as well as massaged his erection, his movements being more similar to squeezing than stroking.
When Narcissa saw this, she said, "Pleasure yourself for me, Sweetheart! Consider my breasts, sex, and face. "Please do it for me!"
He started to express his desire more openly, if warily at first. While Harry sat at his desk next to his computer, it was clear that he had no intention of looking at the computer screen.
He wondered if it was impossible. I can't believe how gorgeous Aunt Narcissa seems! And her breasts are just stunning! They would be comparable to holding a watermelon or a basketball. Except for my mother, no one has such bosoms. To his surprise, the idea of his mother's breasts and her jiggling red leather outfit increased his libido substantially. He was taken aback, since he had not imagined feeling much more aroused than he already was.
"Isn't it thrilling?" Narcissa queried as she swayed her sumptuous assets softly. She pushed her heels forward until they were only inches from his throbbing manhood.
He wanted to reach out and touch them, but he didn't know what to do because he was afraid of getting in trouble with her.His rubbing speed increased.
"Whoa, boy, slow down and enjoy it," she murmured, grabbing his hand and pumping his penis. "Do you know what would make me feel even better? Another person's hand. The doctor said that you need help to avoid chafing and other problems. "Do you feel chafed?"
"Very." He burst out laughing. "Very chafed." Chafing seemed ludicrous, but he remembered the doctor's warning that it may happen to him.
She pressed her hands on his manhood. One hand gripped his and gently drew it away. Her other hand was still wrapped around his shaft.
"Do you mind if I help you with your problem like this, now and always?" she inquired as she sat there with his throbbing hardness in her palm.
That remark, along with the sensation of her cold, smooth palm replacing his own, was so enticing that he was certain he was going to pass out. He groaned and prepared himself for the climax.
But Narcissa saw what was going on and returned her other hand to his manhood. She grabbed the base of it tightly, preventing the rush. "Not so fast, cutie," she enthused. "You don't want to miss out on lots of good stroking."
Even though Harry hadn't quite made it, the close call had stunned him. It was everything he could do to cling on and preserve his cool. Narcissa recognized this and remained patient. She continued to grasp his erection softly with one hand. She realized she had to be cautious in order to make this first handjob experience endure, since his control was virtually nonexistent and he was on the point of losing it.
"Narcissa? " Do you mean you're going to do a handjob on me?" Harry was so thrilled that his voice broke as he shouted "handjob." His voice hadn't cracked in a long time, but it was doing so at the most inconvenient times recently. He suddenly felt twelve years old and completely inept.
She had to fight back a giggle at his breaking voice, but then she cracked a sardonic grin. This is a lot of fun! It's like stealing sweets from a baby. "Yes, I'm doing a handjob on you. "I'm going to jack you off."
„Cissy... sorry, Narcissa! That feels fantastic. Please assist me. Every day, please help me," he groaned. "I could really use your help."
She gently fondled his penis at first, but the feeling of another person's hands on his prick was so foreign to him that any contact felt incredible. Then she pressed and rubbed a finger beneath the base of his skull, where he was most sensitive.
Oh, yes," she cooed as she massaged, reacting to his groaning statement. Every single day. Aunt Narcissa will assist you every day. In fact, I have a feeling your Johnson and I will become fast friends. How would you want me to play with your dickens every day for the rest of my life?"
!
Harry, unable to form words, let out a huge groan of delight. She kept touching him softly and slowly.
Even though she was taking her time, her expert hands delighted him beyond words.
"Aunt Narcissa, your hands... they're amazing," Harry said after a few more minutes. So delicate. So smooth. What you're doing... Oh, it's fantastic!"
"That's why we want gentle, caring female hands caressing, stroking, and adoring your throbbing erection." Not your rough, calloused hands. We don't want any pain, no way." She had a twinkle in her eye, hardly holding back her laughter at the thought.
The speed rose progressively until he was on the edge of collapsing. His eyes moved from her swinging breasts to her fingers massaging his length. But every now and again, he'd gaze at her lovely face and almost lose control.
Her lips pressed on the tip of his penis. She would breathe on it at times, sending thrills up and down his spine, and then draw back a little. She resisted the need to suck him deep into her lips. She wanted to enjoy his seduction.
She eventually decided it was time to put his first handjob to a close, now that she was in command of the situation.
"You're almost there..." she murmured as her hands began to pump faster, gripping his most sensitive areas. "Do it all over my large breasts!"
He started to let go as soon as she said it. Harry initially didn't realize he was shooting directly into Narcissa's face because of the feelings.
Undaunted, she proceeded to rub him passionately. Her love for him prompted her to spend every last drop.
They sat back in post-orgasmic pleasure a minute or two later, Harry in his chair and Narcissa on the floor, leaning on his desk. The handjob may have only lasted 10 minutes, but it seemed like a lifetime to Harry.
When she saw he'd somewhat recovered, she said, "Wow, that was quite the online entertainment, wasn't it?"
They both laughed heartily, no longer concerned with the sights on the television. Harry wanted to say, "I love you!" but thought quiet was better.