Slim Beauty Pleasures Herself While Admiring Her Reflection

It wasn’t anything unusual–he saw him naked every day until Fourth Year—though it ended with something about puberty and privacy. He winced, needing not to look to know how hard it was. He chose to just wait and see if it went away. Harry quickly grabbed his cum-soaked boxers, covered his softening cock, and hid under the bedsheets. Veins crept around it, making the glans look larger and blood-red. As this happened, his hand sped up, ready to blow his load, but then a confusing thought came to mind—these images occurred again, but with the older James Underwood. It wasn’t anything unusual–he saw him naked every day until Fourth Year—though it ended with something about puberty and privacy. Not even about Jasmine—it was about Damien. He pulled his boxers off and debated internally as he splayed them across the bed. Taking a look around, making sure everyone was asleep, he continued his task.