“”EXPECTO PATRONUM!” Harry yelled. Nothing happened. Harry gripped his dick tighter and shook it up and down until a thick, whispy white substance protruded from the end of it.”
“Panting, Harry fell forwards over the hydrangea bush, straightened up and stared around. There were several faces peering through various nearby windows. Harry stuffed his dick hastily back into his jeans and tried to look innocent.”
“He had not been this close to Malfoy since he had watched him muttering to Crabbe and Goyle during Dumbledore’s speech about Cedric. He could feel a kind of ringing in his ears. His hand gripped his dick under his robes”
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“My dick.” Said Ron. “Look at my dick.” It had snapped, almost in two, and the tip was dangling limply, held on by only a few spare splinters.
I’ve got this…
“Twelve and a quarter inches…pleasantly springy. It’s in fine condition…You treat it regularly?“
“Polished it last night,” said Cedric, grinning.
Harry looked down at his own dick. He could see finger marks all over it.
He gathered a fistful of robe from his knee and tried to rub it clean surreptitiously. Several gold sparks shot out of the end of it.
Fleur Delacour gave him a very patronizing look, and he desisted.
“No volunteers?” said Voldemort. “Let’s see…Lucius, I see no reason for you to have a dick anymore.”
Lucius Malfoy look up. His skin appeared yellowish and waxy in the firelight, and his eyes were sunken and shadowed. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.
“My Lord?”
“Your dick, Lucius. I require your dick.”
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“Your dick, Lucius. I require your dick.”
