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When the durmstrang ship is finally quiet and Viktor is tucked into the heavy furs of his bed, he thinks of her.
Never had his cock swelled for someone this way. The English girl with wild hair and a quick tongue.
It had darted between her pink lips today, as she read a passage in the private corner of the library. His hand had roved into her lap, sneaking under the waistband of her skirt.
His thick fingers had found her short curls and then, slotted snugly between her cunny lips. She'd bucked into his hand, trying to focus on the page as he rubbed her.
He took hold of his own cock, remembering how hot her skin had been, how slick she was. How tight just one of his massive digits had fit into her. She was a petite thing, waifish and slender. But he had no doubt that she'd welcome him when he buried himself into her waiting hole.
He pumps feverishly, picturing spilling his seed on her perfect little breasts as she heaved and shook in ecstasy.
He finished sooner then he would have liked but it couldn't be helped, he'd been resisting himself all day. Waving his wand he cleaned the mess and lay back down to sleep.