His Father's Widow

Sun, 03 May 2026 07:35:47 +0000

He nodded, leaning back in his seat, the babies sleeping soundly in the back. Time ticked by—minutes stretching as the rain intensified, thunder rumbling overhead. Draco’s throat burned; he hadn’t drunk anything all day, the clinic visit rushing them out. He rummaged for a water bottle, but the car was empty. “Damn, I’m thirsty,” he admitted, frustration mounting.

Harry hesitated, biting her lips harder, her white skin flushing. She glanced at him, then down at her chest where fresh wet spots bloomed on her dress. “Draco… if you’re too thirsty… do you want to drink from me?” Her voice was innocent, shy, but the offer hung heavy in the air.

Draco stiffened, his eyes snapping to hers. “What?” His voice was rough, desire flooding him instantly.

“I have plenty of milk,” she murmured, flushing deeper, her pink lips parting. God, the thought nearly undid him—those fat tits, leaking for him.

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Sweet beautiful Harry, still the young widow of Draco's ruthless old father, spreads her thick thighs every night for her stepson’s massive cock—her fat leaking tits bouncing as he breeds the same pink pussy his dad once owned, whispering ‘you were always meant to be mine, not his’ while she moans ‘fuck your daddy’s widow harder, Draco’.

Note - lactation is a normal thing in this story.