“On your feet Potter,” she commanded. Big cock “On your feet Potter,” she commanded. No one actually bothered to go “out” anymore, unless their hand was really bad, because losing was almost as much fun as winning. . He could feel the color creeping up his cheeks; parading his nudity in front of three people was not nearly as comfortable as nakedness while seated, but he hoped his flushed face wouldn’t show in the candlelight as he strutted around the room (strolling was for girls), very aware of the three pairs of eyes on him, and equally aware that his penis was no longer bobbing merrily, but was jutting rather purposely forward, proudly leading the way. Ron won the next hand, but Hermione had wisely sat out with a two and a seven.
