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Sirius braiding Astoria’s hair after being taught by Narcissa when they were younger. It’s one of his favorite pastimes and Astoria’s too, especially when she gets to play with his hair afterwards.
Sirius braiding Astoria’s hair after being taught by Narcissa when they were younger. It’s one of his favorite pastimes and Astoria’s too, especially when she gets to play with his hair afterwards.
“How long must I stay like this?”
"Until I'm finished, little bird," his low, whiskey-laced voice wrapped around her like the desert heat.
“How long must I stay like this?”
"Until I'm finished, little bird," his low, whiskey-laced voice wrapped around her like the desert heat.
His lips are hot and rough against her skin; tongue slipping out to trace hard bone.
"Sirius, my husband could see us."
"I don't care. You're mine."
His lips are hot and rough against her skin; tongue slipping out to trace hard bone.
"Sirius, my husband could see us."
"I don't care. You're mine."
“Look at you, sweetheart. So ready and willing for me.” His hand cradled the plump outline of her arse; fingertips begging to leave behind a path of red marks.
“What would my godson say if he could see you now — whimpering like a used whore for my cock.”
“Look at you, sweetheart. So ready and willing for me.” His hand cradled the plump outline of her arse; fingertips begging to leave behind a path of red marks.
“What would my godson say if he could see you now — whimpering like a used whore for my cock.”