[SilentFeather]

Harry cried out as his very monumentally pillar like Professor's substantially over-spilling seed had been expelled into his womb, causing his aready bloated of abdominal cavity to expand further outward, each thick as a quarter drop distending it's fleshed interior further downward to where it had increased pressure upon already painfully strained hipbones, causing him to whimpered. As he was used as a "cum-dumpster" he accepted, remaining still as his thighs were being yanked and gripped by the male above him, letting him freely assert dominance upon any body part he desired.

Soon, within a lust-hazed, sex-driven daze, he felt his beloved Professor, Renzo, was his name, depart, but not before retrieving his masculine mammoth like girth and yanking it from his very insides, the same of which were now of highly sensitive and tormentedly throbbing to no possible end, but did not complain, nor snivel, not one single bit. "Thank you, Daddy," He said with a soft, breathless purring, remaining on the desk where he was splayed out on his backside upon.

He slowly arose to a position, one of upright sitting, redressing and softly panting while doing so, it was because he was quite flustered, sexually opened (vaginally speaking) and his assets exposed to the wind which made his already inflamed flesh even more hardened (his nipples, speaking) as well as his easy to startle and rouse clit and it's surrounding pink, soft as a newborn petal lips.

"Y-Yes Professor Renzo, r-right away .. h-have a wonderful rest of your e-evening .." He raised his eyes, hues gazing curiously at his Renzo, wishing that he was those fingers fixing his pants. "And thank you for the nightly sexual experience, I-I .. love .." Before he could say the words he longed to speak, his beloved Renzo had left the room, leaving poor Harry to wallow in his own self pity. "I love you, Renzo .." He whispered softly, gathering himself mentally, emotionally, and even spiritually as he redressed his own self, redoing his formal attire, first his shirt, then his dress and finally had retrieved and readorned himself in the underwear he tossed aside while in the throes of lovemaking.