[Oh how he loves hands in his hair. That's another thing Harry has discovered about himself.
He takes direction well. If Koby tugs him over way or pulls him closer, Harry just applies himself in the exact place he's been led. He appears tireless in this activity at least.
When Koby warns him, he barely nods. Harry's lips close over the swollen flesh of Koby's clit and sucks. His gentle hands slip under the quivering thighs and hold, keeping Koby in place no matter how strongly his hips might buck.]
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He takes direction well. If Koby tugs him over way or pulls him closer, Harry just applies himself in the exact place he's been led. He appears tireless in this activity at least.
When Koby warns him, he barely nods. Harry's lips close over the swollen flesh of Koby's clit and sucks. His gentle hands slip under the quivering thighs and hold, keeping Koby in place no matter how strongly his hips might buck.]