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“Kiss me,” she purred, “if you’re not going to fuck me anymore.”

Harry brought his face to hers, kissing her in a long, soulful crush of their bodies together. His tongue rushed between her lips and melted with her own, Lash tingling for him, rocking against his cock still half-hard inside her. Spasms of delicious sensuality shot through her, her passage shuddering in need of more. And he was growing again. Lash moaned happily. A cock that size would almost make her new mission too easy.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Oooo… how do you like my tits?” she asked, wrenching herself away from him to display her naked breasts to him.

Harry reached up to caress them, his fingers playing along her nipples with long-awaited enjoyment. “Everything I imagined,” he quipped. “You’re nothing but delicious. Everywhere I reach you’ve got another gorgeous curve. How the fuck do you come up with a body like that?”

“Spend a few thousand years categorizing the most beautiful features of the most beautiful women in history,” Lash sighed. “Use your own appreciation of the female form to figure out how to fit them all together so the body is greater than the sum of its parts. Then wait for a guy who doesn’t even care about the body, because he wants what’s underneath it.”

In a flash she was gone—standing on the other side of his desk, wearing only stockings and high heels. On her clavicle, she now displayed a sexy little tattoo of a black widow spider that Harry had always fancied when he’d seen it on a girl who shared the same bus route as him, the CTA having busses too old for his magic to screw up worse than they already were.

Lash put her hands on her hips. “We have much lost time to make up for, my host. As long as you’re squatting in this hovel, why don’t we christen every room in it? You can fuck me anywhere.” She grinned in gleeful enjoyment of her own double entendre. “Absolutely anywhere.”

Humming a siren’s song to herself, Lash wagged her hips as she walked away, Harry helpless not to follow her as she led him to the door. There, she playfully tried the doorknob, which of course she couldn’t move.

“Oh. Can’t get out that way. Guess you have me trapped.”

“And I’m not letting you go.”

It was around this time that Molly came in through the front door, said “Oh, hey Harry,” closed the door behind her, then noticed that Harry’s erection was jutting out from his open fly. She dropped the groceries. Harry’s member was in proportion to his big frame, even a little oversized, the hardened length lined with blue veins that throbbed with his evident interest in her, and his excitement was becoming more pronounced with every passing second.