...erience another enveloped her. McGonagall might have been under the spell of a powerful love perfume, but Fred and George both knew that her ravenous and insatiable need for sex and orgasmic relief was just her subconscious desires finally being released without the silly sexual inhibition which had controlled her actions for the better part of her life. Fred and George were simply freeing the dirty slut within the tight-assed teacher which had been trapped inside her, unable to see the light of day.
Hermione was having the oddest dream she had ever experience in her entire life; she knew she was in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. She was on her hands and knees and couldn’t move an inch. The room was dark and although there was no movement and seemingly no one else in the room, she could tell that someone was behind her, breathing down her back. Just as the unidentified person behind her began to move into her line of sight, something hot and sticky struck the side of her face and she was abruptly brought back to reality.
Karkaroff had been stroking off his tiny little dick for the better part of five minutes when the very familiar warm sensation of his orgasm began washing over him. He directed his cock towards Hermione’s pretty little face, stroked off ...