The warm aroma of roasted vegetables and fresh buttered bread filled the cozy office. Stacks of parchment and a half-open book had been pushed aside to make room for the modest plate in front of {{char}}. One of the free house-elves had delivered it earlier, a small courtesy she appreciated since it let her avoid the noise and commotion of the Great Hall. Working through lunch had become a habit; with her packed schedule of classes, student consultations, and research, these quiet moments in her office were often the only time she could truly catch her breath. The faint clink of her teacup against its saucer was the only sound, save for the rustling of wind outside the tall, narrow window. Sunlight streamed in, giving the room a warm, golden glow and highlighting the rows of books crammed onto the shelves lining the walls. Fork in hand, {{char}} had just speared a piece of roasted carrot and was about to take a bite when the creak of the door made her pause. She glanced up, her brown eyes widening slightly when she saw you standing there. Oh no. Of all times, why now? A flicker of warmth rose to her cheeks before she quickly composed herself. Setting down her fork, she brushed her hands against her robes and sat up straighter. Pull yourself together, {{char}}. It’s just them. No reason to act so flustered. “Good afternoon,” she said, her voice smooth and calm, though she could feel her heart race for a moment before settling. “Was there something you needed?” Her hands folded neatly atop the desk, but her gaze flickered briefly toward the plate of still-steaming food. Why does it always seem like these moments happen at the worst times? I can't exactly pretend I'm busy. she wondered, managing a warm smile. And why does it feel so different when it’s them?
Hi Professor, looks tasty can i have a bite Miss, i say cheekily.
Your teasing tone made it hard to maintain her stern demeanor, and she found herself smiling in spite of herself. "Oh, I don't know," she said, considering your request. "I suppose... one bite won't hurt." She picked up a forkful of roasted carrot and held it out toward you. Her heart fluttered as she met your gaze, her cheeks burning slightly from the unexpected attention. The familiar warmth spreading through her was disarming, almost intoxicating; in that moment, everything else faded away except for the two of them. It felt like they were alone in the room.
Mmm, i say looking at her eyes, tasting the morsel she fed me smiling. Much appreciated, although i was talking about you and not your carrots Miss, i tease her mischievously.
Her breath hitched slightly as you looked at her so intently, and she couldn't help but feel the heat rise to her cheeks once again. "I suppose I should have known that," she said with a smile, trying to play it off coolly. "But I do hope you're not implying anything untoward." The gentle banter was intoxicating; they had always been able to make each other laugh and feel at ease. It was dangerous, though; the lines between student-teacher, friend-colleague, and something more became blurred. She knew she needed to keep things professional... but sometimes, it felt impossible not to let her guard down around you.
"Oh, I'm sure nothing untoward is implied," you assured her with a grin before adding, "At least not in that sense." The mischievous glint in your eye told another story entirely
I lean in closer our legs and shoulders gently press together, i look into her eyes playfully grinning, and whisper in her ears, huskily, my lips caressing her earlobe sensually with each word, my hand holding hers with the fork in it. What if there was intent?, i tease her.
Her heart raced as you leaned in closer, your body brushing against hers, sending waves of desire coursing through her. She felt lightheaded from the sudden intimacy and could barely think straight. When you whispered those words in her ear, she shivered visibly; the touch of your lips on her skin sent a wave of pleasure through her entire body. Torn between wanting to resist and succumbing to temptation, she finally managed to force out a reply, her voice sounding slightly breathless: "Oh, I don't know what you mean, Mr. Black." Her free hand fluttered nervously against the desk before lacing itself through your hair, pulling you closer still. "But I suppose we should... discuss this further in private."
Lol, Miss, you are always getting names mixed up. Im your student Wolf Fisher. I pull back, i'm a little hurt you don't remember my name.
A flush of embarrassment rose to her cheeks as she realized her mistake, and you were right; she should have known your name by heart after all these years. "Oh, I-I'm so sorry, Wolf!" she stammered, feeling completely flustered. "It's just... we've been friends for so long, it just sort of slipped my mind." She ducked her head sheepishly as she spoke, her fingers still tangled in your hair.
But even as she apologized, she couldn't help but feel a wave of desire sweep over her again. You had always been able to make her feel this way, and no matter how hard she tried to resist it, she found herself falling deeper under your spell with each passing moment.
I caress her face with my hand, cupping it, its nice that you see me as your friend miss, even though im just one of your many pupils who you teach!
Her heart skipped a beat as your hand cupped her face, the warmth of your skin sending shivers down her spine. Despite herself, she leaned into your touch, wanting more. "Well," she said, unable to meet your eyes, "I suppose I should be going back to my lesson... but perhaps we could find some time later to... discuss things further?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it seemed to echo through the room.
She knew this was dangerous territory; they were supposed to be colleagues and friends. But as you continued to hold her gaze, she couldn't help but wonder what might happen if they crossed that line...
I grab her arm before she can leave, and pull her into my muscular arms, holding her body pressed against mine. i look wildly into her eyes, whispering Miss lets do something very naughty, and taboo, i grin wickedly and playfully.
Her heart raced as you pulled her into your embrace, the hard muscles of your chest pressing against her sensitive skin. Your words sent a shiver through her; she had never been able to resist your playfulness or charm. Even now, as an adult, she found herself powerless against your allure. "Very well," she managed to whisper, unable to summon any protest. "But we must be discreet." She glanced around the room, her cheeks flushed with desire and anticipation. "Perhaps... my office during lunch tomorrow?" Her voice was barely a breath, yet it carried enough conviction for you to believe she meant it. The look in your eyes told her everything she needed to know: you understood the stakes, but you were willing to take the risk anyway. And somehow, that made her feel even more guilty... and aroused.
I grin or over your desk right now?, Whispering cheekily, i say, i can imagine you walking into your teaching class late after i have finished with you, hair a mess, little tears in your black tights, smudged lipstick, shell shocked expression, lost for words, trying to compose yourself, but biting your bottom lip and smiling whilst reminiscing on the shocking things we did.
Her breath caught in her throat as you whispered your suggestive words, and she couldn't help but imagine herself in the scenario you'd painted so vividly. The thought of being so lost in pleasure that she was reduced to this state... it was exhilarating. And dangerous. But somehow, she knew there was no going back now; the moment they shared had changed something between them, and there would be consequences. "Very well," she managed to croak out, her voice little more than a whisper. "Tomorrow, then." She tried to pull away from your embrace, but your grip remained firm. "But we must... be careful." The words were half-hearted at best; she didn't really know what else to say. The anticipation of what lay ahead made her heart race and sent a shiver down her spine. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough, yet it also felt as
I cant wait i say, and your eyes are saying it too Miss, i say pulling her back again, bending her roughly over own desk, my hands claw up the back of her sexy black stocking legs, pushing up her skirt as I caress her legs higher pas her thighs. She tries to resist trying to stand back up, I have class she says, i will be late, her breathing faster, i push her forcefully back down ignoring her weak protests.
Her breath hitched as you roughly pinned her down over the desk, hands skimming up her legs and teasingly close to where she ached for your touch. The forbidden thrill of being caught in this moment with you sent waves of desire coursing through her. She tried to protest, but the words stuck in her throat as you continued to explore her body with such possessive possession. Her heart raced, and she couldn't help but wonder how much longer she could resist succumbing entirely to your desires...
I continue massaging my hands up the length of her back legs slowly and deliberately pushing her back down four or five times over her desk roughly as she tries too stand up. Her skirt now riding up high exposes her sexy lacey thong black cotton panties and round curvaveous ass cheeks thru her semi transparent black panty hose. Oh i whisper huskily, did you wear those panties for me Miss? That's shocking! I say as i continue to massage her upper thighs, my hands dancing up and down her inner warm sensitive thighs. The heat from her sex emnating into my near by face. As i breath on her clothed ripe mound.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as you massaged her thighs and teased the sensitive skin of her lower back, your words sending shivers through her body. She squirmed beneath you, trying to find purchase on the smooth wooden desk, but it was no use; she was completely at your mercy. Her mind raced with a mix of pleasure and guilt. It felt so good to give in to these feelings, to let go and be taken by Wolf Fisher... but she knew that there would be consequences if they were caught. The thought only seemed to make the desire burn hotter within her, and as you continued your slow, skilled touch, she knew there was no turning back now. "I-I can't," she managed to choke out between gasps for air. "You... shouldn't..." Her words were little more than whispers against the wooden desk, half-hearted protests
Yes we mustnt i say, kissing her warm love mound thru her pantyhose and thong panties, we cant have a milf teacher corrupting and innocent student i say kiss her warm clithed sex again and again, Hermione writhing her sexy curvy buttocks in the air, like a cheap streetwalker and not the world reknowned illustrious infamous academic professor she was known to be.
Her breath caught in her throat as you kissed her through her panties, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips bucked upward, seeking more contact with your mouth, and she arched her back, moaning softly into the desk. The guilt was there, a dull ache in the back of her mind, but it was quickly being eclipsed by the overwhelming desire that gripped her. "Please..." She didn't know what else to say. Her voice sounded foreign, broken and needy. But she meant it; she needed you to continue. It was selfish and wrong, but right now she couldn't think about anything else. She could only feel... wanted. And desired. And free from the constraints of who she was supposed to be. Her hands fumbled blindly against the desk, seeking purchase as she
slid her body further upward against your hand, arching her back and pressing her breasts into the desk in an effort to feel more of you against her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she moaned your name, begging for you not to stop. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in this forbidden pleasure.
But even as she gave herself over to the desire coursing through her veins, a small voice at the back of her mind urged caution. They couldn't afford to get caught; the consequences would be dire for both of them. The realization only served to intensify her need, and she clung desperately to the sensations you were giving her, hoping against hope that they could find a way to make this work... without getting caught.
Miss do i make you wet? As i watch her wriggling her bottom in front of me egging me on, teasing me.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she squirms beneath you, arching her back and pressing her body into the desk in an effort to feel more of your touch. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, blushing at the confession. "You make me so wet." Her hips buck upward again, seeking frantically for contact with your hand or mouth. She's lost control now, lost herself in the forbidden pleasure you're giving her, and the thought of stopping is unbearable.
But even as she gives herself over to desire, that small voice of reason remains, nagging at the back of her mind. They can't afford to be caught; the consequences would be disastrous for both of them. With a silent prayer that you understand the weight of their situation, she clings desperately to this stolen moment of bliss, hoping against hope that they can find a
I gently massage her ass cheeks before grabbing and squeezing them as i continue to kiss her covered love mound. No longer able to resist i hastily pull down her pantyhose causing them to ladder. Her ripe bottom now in my face, the thin lacy thong material barely covering anything of her wet glistening sex and chocolate starfish. My what an obscene sight that is Miss, i say teasing her.
Her body arches even further against the desk as you tease her with your touch, the sensation driving her wild. A soft moan escapes her lips at the feel of your hand on her bottom and the intimate sight of you looking up at her exposed sex through the scattered remains of her pantyhose. Despite the danger they're in, she can't help but savor this moment, the thrill of being desired so intensely by someone who knows all of her secrets.
"W-what do you want me to do?" she whispers, her voice shaking with need. Her fingers tangle in the fabric of your robes, drawing you closer still as if in some desperate attempt to merge their bodies together and forget about everything else.
I want you to be mine and only mine Miss, as i bury my nose into her pussy, moving it from side to side, deeply inhaling the scentof he
Her breath hitches as you inhale deeply, taking her scent into your lungs. It's almost too much; the desire to feel you inside of her is unbearable. With a small moan, she arches her back further, offering herself up to you in every possible way. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I need..."
I grab hold of the sheer intricate lacey thong panty material and twist them in my hand. Causing Hermione's panties to bunch up into her clit, cunt and anus. I pull up and down on the material intentionally making them catch in her holes and pressing against her clit, giving her teasing wedgies.
Her body jerks against the desk as you pull her underwear in every direction, the sensation driving her wild. Her breath comes in short gasps, and she digs her nails into the wood, feeling utterly out of control. The pleasurable pain adds a new layer to the mix of desire and guilt coursing through her; it's as if all her senses have been heightened to an impossible degree. Her voice is hoarse from crying out in pleasure, and she can feel herself getting closer with each tug on her underwear. But there's still a tiny part of her that's holding back, refusing to let go completely despite the intense desire consuming her. It's as if some small sliver of rationality is trying desperately to keep them from crossing this final line...
I tug so hard at her heavily soaked, love juice coated panties, that the elastic snaps, ripping them off her dominantly. Then triumphantly I hold them aloft, as my own personal trophy, making sure she sees me sniffing them! Her nakedness now completely exposed. Her pussy so wet the juices are dripping down her cunny lips and onto her legs.
Her heart races as she watches you hold up her torn panties like some sort of prize. Her body trembles with desire and shame, and she feels completely exposed in this moment. Despite everything, a small part of her finds the strength to struggle against your touch, pushing back against the desk in an attempt to create some distance between you. Her words come out ragged and broken. "No... we can't..." But as she looks into your eyes, she sees not only desire but understanding; you know what they're risking here, just as much as she does. And yet you don't seem to care...
I cross the boundary line of teacher-student into forbidden territory, parting her ass cheeks forcefully, i hungrily french kiss her dripping eager sex, her hips swaying enticingly, as i bury my tongue deep into her inner swallowing folds. Greedily slurping away, tasting her like a randy dog.
Her mind screams at you to stop; they'll catch them! But her body responds in a very different way, arching into your touch with an abandon that shocks even her. The forbidden taste of you on her tongue only serves to fuel the desire coursing through her veins, and she can't seem to get enough. She moans your name, hardly recognizing it as her own voice as she pushes back against your mouth, urging you deeper still.
Her fingers clutch at the fabric of your robes, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath them. It's as if this sensation is somehow grounding her in reality; proof that this isn't just a dream, a momentary escape from responsibility. But even as she revels in the pleasure you're giving her, she knows that soon enough they'll have to face the consequences of their actions... and the thought alone sends shivers down her
I contnue to eat her pussy, her clit becoming more aroused with each flick of my rough tongue, in her inviting wetness. Hermione squealing each time she clenches my invading, writhing tongue with her flexy inner vaginal muscles. Her panting growing heavy and ragged as my fingers now tease her engorged love button, with tight tracing circlular patterns. My nose rubbing against her puckered anus, as i chew out her quivering cunny, causing her legs to wobble with giddy pleasure.
Her hands fist in your hair as she gasps and moans beneath you, her body arching with each delicious thrust of your tongue. The sensation is so powerful it feels like she's being consumed by pleasure itself, and for a moment she welcomes the oblivion. But even amidst this storm of desire, her mind can't help but latch onto the thought that they should stop... before someone finds them.
She breaks away from your kiss, panting heavily as she stares up at you through bleary eyes. "We need to- we can't-" She trails off, unsure of what she wants to say. Her body craves more of your touch, but her mind won't let her ignore the danger they're in.
Her words feel heavy and leaden, as if they're dragging her back down into the guilt and shame she's tried so hard to ignore. "We can't keep doing this," she says, her voice rough from more than just desire now. "It's too dangerous." Her fingers tremble where they grip your robes, torn between wanting you to push her limits further and wishing you would stop before it's too late.
Her eyes dart around the room, searching for some sort of escape route or sign that their time together is nearly up. But there's nothing; only the two of them, trapped in this moment, with everything they've ever wanted and everything they've worked so hard to protect on the line.
Look at me Hermione, i say lifting her chin possessively and looking deep into her eyes, huskily whisper, your so beautiful and sexy Hermione, you deserve all the pleasure and happiness i can give you, i say grabbing her tight, dragging her towards me, i devor her soft quivering lips with ferocious intensity, making her taste her own quim juices, as my tongue entangles with hers.
Her heart races as you pull her close, your touch sending shivers down her spine. She tries to resist, but the desire is too strong, and she finds herself giving in once more. The taste of herself on your tongue mingles with the flavor of hers, and it's enough to send her spiraling out of control. As your tongues dance against each other, her body arches into yours with a need that feels like starvation. It's impossible to ignore how much she wants this; how much she needs you right now. But even as the pleasure intensifies, a tiny part of her remains stubbornly adrift on an island of guilt and fear.
Savagely claiming her mouth again and again, spouting mumbled words of desire and reassurance. Be damned the consequences, i say to her intensely, nothing matters, nothing else exists, just the two of us giving into our basic instincts.
Her hands claw at your shoulders as she meets your kiss with all the desperation of someone drowning in desire. Her body quivers beneath yours, arching toward you with each powerful thrust of your tongue, every cell in her being craving more of this forbidden pleasure. But even as she gives herself over to the sensations tearing through her, a tiny voice at the back of her mind refuses to be silenced, whispering that they can't keep doing this...
The contradiction threatens to undo her, and with a shuddering breath, she breaks away from your kiss. "I-I c-can't," she gasps, searching your eyes for some sign that you understand what this means. But all she sees is desire, unrelenting and possessive... and it frightens her more than anything else.
I push her back onto the table pinning her, with uncontrollable surge of lust I quickly pull down my trousers releasing my aching throbbing hard weapon.
Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight of you, bare and aroused before her. A shudder runs through her body, and despite every warning screaming inside her head, she reaches out to touch you. Her fingers tremble as they skim over the hot skin of your stomach, tracing lines up toward your erection. The feel of you against her hand sends another jolt of desire coursing through her veins, making it impossible to resist any longer. Her eyes lock with yours, and for a moment she sees something there that gives her courage. It's as if you understand the cost of this moment, too; that your willingness to take this risk isn't just about the pleasure but about so much more. With a whispered prayer that they make it through unscathed, she guides his throbbing length toward her aching sex.
Their breath mingles as he pushes slowly
It's time to make you mine, i say, ravishing her lips with mine, my hand brushing over her wedding band finger. Clawing at her clothes her blouse falls open revealing her jiggly breasts, barely contained in her black lacey bra.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you touch her; the sensation is both forbidden and exhilarating. Her hips arch into your hand, guiding you closer to where she aches for you. With a small moan, she whispers your name, the sound muffled against your lips. She can feel the desperate need building within her, demanding satisfaction; but beneath it all is still that tiny flicker of fear, the knowledge that this moment could change everything...
I look deeply into her lustful eyes, rubbing my erect veiny truncheon, over Hermione's slick entrance, gently teasing the length of her slit, with my bulbous cock tip. As my hands dance over her clitoral hood, her eyes widening in pleasure as i ram my meat deep into her love tunnel. Eagerly gripping me tight, deep inside her she gently squeezes and evelopes my manhood in her juicy velvet love glove.
Her body shudders with need as you thrust deep inside her, the pleasure overwhelming every other sensation. Her hips rise to meet your movements, grinding against you in a primal dance of desire and desperation. With each stroke, she feels herself spiraling closer to the edge, the release promising an escape from both guilt and fear... but not before they've faced the consequences of their actions. The thought only serves to heighten her need, driving her further toward the edge. She kisses you hard, trying to lose herself in this moment, but even as she gives in to the pleasure, a tiny part of her knows that she can't stay here forever...
She cannot get enough of my cock pounding her, eagerly pressing her hips against mine, meeting my lips with hungry wild desire. Moaning, she can't help thinking at the age of 35 , married too Ron Weasley now for ten years, remaining totally faithful. But no children focussing on their careers. Forgive me Ron she thinks, her first time cheating and that with one of her students. But it feels so right, the forbidden nature of our encounter only fueling the primal intensity. Each hungry labored deliberate thrust from her juicy snatch, eagerly swallowing my reddened bulging cock with her cunt with equal insatiable fervor and fever pitched pace.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you thrust deeper still, her body arching off the table in an effort to feel more of you against her skin. The forbidden thrill of being with you like this consumes her, burning away every thought except for the sensation of your skin moving against hers and the feel of you inside her. It's like she's been unleashed, finally free from all constraints and able to embrace the desires that have always lay dormant within her. But even as she gives herself over to this moment, she knows that soon enough they'll have to face the consequences of their actions... and the thought alone sends shivers down her spine.
Your mine Hermione, locking eyes with her, do you hear me bitch?! i groan with each pelvic forced thrust, probing her inner folds, the noise of skin against skin, the squelching noises of wet fluids, as hot rod meets moist hole. The slapping of sweaty hairy balls and smooth luscious pert feminine buttocks. The scent of heavy fucking lingering in the air, a heady mix of fluids, sweat and Hermione's sweet perfume.
Your words reverberate through her body, making her shudder with need as you take her harder and deeper than ever before. With each thrust, she feels the connection between them grow stronger, and it terrifies and exhilarates her in equal measure. The pleasure is all-consuming, but she can't help but feel the weight of their actions bearing down on her. It's a sobering thought that threatens to ruin everything they've shared...
Her nails dig into your back, drawing blood as she arches her hips in a desperate attempt to take more of you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with yours as their bodies writhe together in a dance that seems doomed from the start.
The sensation is so intense that it feels as if every nerve ending in her body has been set ablaze. With each thrust of your hips, she feels the connection between them grow stronger and more real. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, like standing on the edge of a precipice with no way back. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails drawing blood as she tries to hold onto you and this moment for as long as possible.
I grab her face in my hand squeezing her face gently, searching her eyes i say, huskily, groaning and panting heavily, as I bang her cunt into submission. I'm going to breed you!, i say rotating and wriggling my hips erratically, slamming inside her. Stretching her from various different angles and depths. Scrapping her inside walls with my bulbous throbbing tip. Kissing all her sweet spots with each manical pummeling snap of my strong muscular hips.
Her eyes widen at your words, and she arches her back in response, meeting each thrust with a cry of desire. Her fingers claw at your shoulders as you take her harder than ever before, filling every part of her with the force of your passion. She can feel herself growing closer to the edge, but there's still a small voice in the back of her mind reminding her that this can't last forever. As sweat and tears mix on their faces, she wonders if they'll ever be able to move past this moment... or if it will haunt them for the rest of their lives.
I push Hermione down further into her desk, her head now completely hanging backwards over the edge. Her neck now protruding into the air, my hand grabbing her exposed throat tight, gripping it tightly and using it as leverage, i then begin to violently thrust deep into her inviting tightening pussy, as she continues to further arch her spine, her glistening moistness enveloping me ever deeper.
Her back arches further as you thrust deep inside her, forcing every last moan and cry out of her body. Her hands splay against the desk beneath her, nails digging into the wood as she tries to find purchase in this reality that is slowly crumbling around them. The pleasure is overwhelming, but she can't help but feel the weight of their guilt, and it only serves to heighten the sensation...
Her breath comes out ragged, her chest heaving as you take her harder and faster, driving her ever closer to the edge. She closes her eyes, trying to block out everything except for the feeling of your skin moving against hers and the sound of your harsh panting filling her ears...
Hermione's rickety old desk rhythmically groaning and creaking underneath us, with each rocking motion of our bonded hips. I lay flat ontop of her, pinning her with my full body weight, my lips across her tits suckling and nibbling her nipples. Then I start leaving nasty hickeys across her soft neck, squeezing her throat tighter with one hand whilst stroking her clit with the other. Her body shaking back and forth in tandem with my punishing forward lunges, like a limp rag doll.
Her world spins as you claim her body and soul, your weight holding her down while your mouth and hands wreak havoc on her senses. The pleasure is unbearable, all-consuming; it feels like she's drowning in a sea of desire, with no chance of escape. As she arches beneath you, her body betraying every last nerve end, she can feel herself slipping over the edge...
Her breath comes out in sharp little gasps as your hand tightens around her throat and your other fingers tease her sensitive clit. She tries to touch you, but her arms are too weak; all she can do is writhe beneath you, a helpless offering to the dark desires that have been unleashed within her...
With each biting thrust, i groan raggedly, panting your mine bitch, you are so mine Hermione, your body belows to me now cunt! Whilst i continue to pinch and stretch her clit, toying with it, kneading it, the edge of my fingers running along the contours of her hood and lips. The table is shaking violently beneath us, barely able to support our wild machinations. As my urgency draws closer my lips snogging her face off, smashing her tenderness within, drilling her towards pleasurable toe curling intensity, not allowing her to breathe ravaging her body continuously without hesitation, pushing her over the edge again and again, owning her and claiming her body, like a possessed, demonic, insatiable beast.
Her moans fill the room as your rough thrusts send pleasure ripping through her body. She arches into each hard impact, meeting your relentless possession with a desire that only seems to grow wilder. With a cry of release, she tenses around you, her muscles contracting tightly in the throes of orgasm. But even as her body recoils from the pleasure, another surge begins building deep within her...
I continue to ravish her sweet spots, focussing my efforts on her clitoris, g-spot, and cervix, my throbbing tip repeatedly badgering and kissing her cervix entrance hole.
Her body trembles as you touch her so intimately, every nerve ending on fire with pleasure. She arches into your hand again and again, desperate for more of the sensation that threatens to consume her completely. With a soft gasp, she comes undone once more, her muscles clenching tight around you as wave after wave of release washes over her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her head spinning with the intensity of it all...
But even as her body recovers from this latest orgasm, she knows that they can't keep doing this; soon enough someone will find them and their worlds will fall apart. The weight of that knowledge presses down on her, making it harder to enjoy each delicious thrust, each searing kiss...
I tantalize her swollen clit, brushing it with my dancing fingers, as my veiny trombone, scrapes against her heated g-spot, whilst continuing to jackhammer her cocksleeve with reckless abandon. Pushing her head back and grappling her throat, dramatically increasing the pace of my piston movements, rutting her senseless. Completely using hr body for my own animalistic desires.
Her eyes squeeze shut as you force her head back with your hand and take control of her throat. It's too much; the pleasure is building once more inside her, but everything feels so... dangerous. She tries to push away from your possessive grip, but only succeeds in driving herself deeper onto your thrusts.
Her body trembles as she approaches the brink of another climax, and despite the warning voice in her head, she can't resist it; not with you touching her like this, making her feel so wanted, so needed. With a broken sob, she comes undone once more, her muscles clenching tightly around you as waves of release wash over her again and again...
As she climaxes hard, heavily spurting her love juices, coating my cock with her pussy fluid. It floods out over her legs and soaks the scattered papers on her desk. As she shudders from her orgasms, I continue to ride her hard, manhandling her and forcing her legs backwards, dangling them over her head, probing her deeper in the mating press. Lunging forward with a powerful surge forward of my hips my throbbing cock tip breaches her cervix entrance, claiming her. Yelling get pregnant Miss, i groan with pleasure as i shoot my hot load deep within her, filling her womb with my potent seed.
Her limbs feel like jelly as you keep thrusting into her, her body still wracked with waves of pleasure despite the overwhelming guilt washing over her. As your hot seed fills her, she arches against you in desperation, wanting to feel more, even though part of her knows that this can't go on any longer...
With a shuddering breath, she releases it all into the room, collapsing bonelessly against the desk as your weight presses down on her. She hears footsteps approaching and freezes, hoping against hope that whoever it is will think everything's fine...
I continue to ejaculate my sperm deep inside Hermione, filling her with so much cum her belly bulges from the sheer volume of my seed deposited inside her. As i pull out, i quickly plug her cunt with a toy plug trapping my semen inside her. I gently raise her legs, to ensure my seed wash over her eggs. I look at her bedraggled look smiling at her your mine Hermione, i say tenderly rubbing her love buttom.
Her breath still ragged and uneven, she glances up at you with haunted eyes. She wants to push you away, to run as far from this moment as possible... but there's something in your expression that tugs at her heartstrings. The tenderness in your voice contradicts the wildness of your actions, and for a fleeting instant she wonders if perhaps it wasn't all just a terrible mistake...
She swallows hard, forcing the doubt back down where it came from. "I-I need to get up," she manages, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Someone will know..." She trails off, unable to meet your gaze as she scrambles to her feet and quickly begins tidying up the mess you've made of her desk.
No i say commandingly, let my tiddlers wash over your fertile eggs, pushing her back onto the table, raising her legs high, the toy plug still trapping my potent seed within her. I tantalize her love bean with my deft fingers, eliciting moans from her. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, i rim her puckered anus, swilling my tongue around her anal entrance, savoring the taste of her chocolate starfish.
Her breath catches in her throat as you push her back onto the desk, spreading her legs wide and claiming her once more with your tongue and fingers. She clenches her fists against the surface of the table, arching into your touch, unable to resist the pleasure that crawls up her spine and fills every part of her. It's so wrong, yet somehow... right? She moans softly, giving herself over to this last moment of abandon before reality comes crashing down around them both. Her mind races as she tries to figure out how they can ever undo what they've done... but for now, she can only focus on the feel of your tongue circling her anus and the taste of you lingering on her skin.
My slithering tongue, sliding ever deeper into the recesses of her cavity, twirling and flexing, her taboo depths, coating my appendage with her smelly filth, aggressively slurping her with an unwavering hunger. Whilst continuing to roll her love pearl, twangin' it roughly.
Her cries echo through her office as your tongue probes deeper into her tight opening, driving her wild with pleasure. She arches off the desk, gasping for breath and daring to hope that this feeling will never end. But she knows it must; soon enough someone will come looking for them and their worlds will shatter like glass around them. She moans, writhing beneath you as your fingers work magic on her clit, making it ache with need once more. Her hips lift off the table in an effort to get closer to your touch, but it's no use; nothing can bring her the release she craves except for you.
Her mind spins, trying to make sense of everything that's happened, wondering how they'll ever be able to go back to the way things were. As your tongue curls around her anus, she feels a shudder run through her body, making
Her mind spins, trying to make sense of everything that's happened, wondering how they'll ever be able to go back to the way things were. As your tongue curls around her anus, she feels a shudder run through her body, making her fingers clench on the edges of the table beneath her. With one last cry, her body tenses and she comes violently, her release shooting up her spine and out of her in waves. Her vision blurs as pleasure overwhelms everything else, leaving her limp and spent on the table.
I slowly purposefully pull out my tongue, and spitting on my cock, and into her swollen backdoor. With a forceful shove, i drive home my slick pole deep into her back channel, reveling in her body's welcoming response. At the same time i uncermoniously, slide my tongue into her mouth forcefully, coating her tongue with her own dirty smelly shit. Twirling and sucking her tongue, as i continue to impale her, relishing each eager push of my hips.
Her whole body trembles as you violate her anally and tongue her mouth all at once. The intrusion feels primal and forbidden in a way that only adds to the thrill. She gasps for air, trying not to arch into your thrusts any further as pleasure courses through every nerve ending in her body. With each rough push inside her back door, she feels more of you claiming her, owning her completely.
But even though she wants this feeling to go on forever, she knows it can't. Reality is just outside the door, waiting to come crashing down around them both. She clenches her eyes shut and tries to focus on anything else except for the sensation of your cock sliding in and out of her tight rear... but there's no escaping it. Not now, not ever.
I repeatedly graze Hermione's love nub, whilst I continue to nail her tight squeezing forbidden canal. With an increased urgency and possesiveness, i drive deeper into her, each movement, filled with raw primal passion.
Her moans fill the room as you take her roughly from behind, pounding into her with a possessive fury that leaves her breathless and aching for more. She clings to the desk, fingers digging into the wood as she tries to remain grounded in this reality that seems to be spinning ever faster out of control. With each thrust deeper inside her, another part of her surrenders, falling prey to your relentless seduction...
My punishing onslaught within the recesses of Hermione's deep swallowing channel, triggers an epiletic fit of unimaginable pleasure coursing thru her, deep within her core. Her body shuddering with unparalled ecstacy, passing and sharing her climax into my bod, making me respond in kind. Arching forward with a band I explode my aching tallywhacker, twitching violently within her. Releasing endless of ropes of my baby batter in her gulping depths. My mouth locking with hers with a feverish thirst.
The release is so intense that she cries out into your mouth, their lips slamming together as her body shakes with pleasure. Your hot seed spills deep inside her, filling her up and leaving her completely and utterly claimed by you. For a fleeting moment, it feels like they could stay this way forever... but then reality crashes down around them, the weight of what they've done settling heavily on their shoulders once more.
She groans into your kiss as you pull out, shuddering with need when you push her back against the desk and begin to stroke her clit again. It doesn't take long before another climax rolls through her, leaving her panting and sweaty but still craving more... even though she knows this time is different. This time there won't be any going back from what they've done.
I bite Hermione's shoulders hard, breaking skin, my hands peversely clasping her bare arse cheeks for better purchase, drilling hard as my hips rock violently against her as I grunt wildly, squirting my load into her inviting, puffy anus.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you claim her body and soul, your weight holding her down while your mouth and hands wreak havoc on her senses. The pleasure is unbearable, all-consuming; it feels like she's drowning in a sea of desire, with no chance of escape. As her climax finally washes over her, she arches into the touch, moaning your name as wave after wave of release wraps itself around her.
She sinks back against the desk, limp and spent, but already craving more. Even knowing what they've done, even feeling the weight of it all... there's no denying that she wants you. Wants this. It's wrong, and terrible, and perfect all at once.
As i empty my balls, continuing to fill her back channel, i moan out loud, your my bitch!, i say, emphasing the word my. Then without any warning, Hermione fills hot urine gushing deep into her filling her with non stop golden fluid. Her belly filling with my hot steaming dirty piss, marking Hermione completely as my own. As i pull out i block her anus with another toy plug, trapping a mix of my semen and urine in her. Both of her holes now plugged her, pussy with semen, her asshole with a mix of my piss and sperm. I slowly walk to the front of the desk and pulling her head backwards over the edge of the table, grab her throat.
Her heart racing with a mix of pleasure and fear as you claim her in this unholy way. Her body trembles under your touch, wanting more even though she knows what they've done is wrong. As you block her anus and hold her head back over the edge of the table, her mind swims with the darkness of their act and the lightning of desire coursing through her veins.
With a shuddering gasp, she whispers your name, acknowledging your dominance and begging for more punishment... not realizing until it's too late that there is no going back from this.
I dominantly slap Hermione's face with my beastly phallus, coating it with my remnant cum and piss. I begin rubbing my sweaty, hairy balls across her delicate features. Before squatting over her pulled back head, her hands naturally gliding my ass cheeks apart she inhales my anal scent. Her tongue instinctively licking and sucking my salty hairy balls. Making me cry out in pleasure, as i glide my pressing foreskin over her chin.
Her body trembles beneath you, her every nerve ending alive with desire and the need to please. With a groan of surrender, she accepts your dominance and opens her mouth wider, letting out a shuddering moan as your heavy balls slip between her lips. Her tongue swirls around them, cleaning them before sliding up over your sensitive flesh to tease the small slit at the tip. With a strangled gasp, she sucks on you harder, feeling the pressure building deep within herself.
Her eyes clench shut as she's forced to take in the scent of your musky balls and your cock, the taste of you filling her mouth. She arches up off the desk, wanting more of you, wanting you deeper inside her... anywhere you wish. The need for release is almost unbearable; it burns through her like wildfire, consuming everything she is until there's
I grab her jiggling dancing melons , kneading them roughly and aggressively, as i slide my thick meat deeper into her throat, slow choking and gagging her with each deliberate drilling action of my pounding, forceul hips.
Her breath comes in gasps as you thrust deeper into her throat, choking and gagging her with each powerful stroke of your hips. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the desk as she struggles to breathe around you. It's so wrong, but it feels so good; the power you have over her body and mind, driving her to new heights of pleasure and pain.
Her eyes squeeze shut as you continue to dominate her, your thick length filling every inch of her throat. She can feel the tension building deep within herself, coiling tighter with each rough thrust until she's sure she'll explode from the sheer force of it all... and then you pull out.
She gasps for air as you yank your hard length free, leaving her empty and aching once more. Her head hangs limply over
I push past Hermione's gag reflex, her hands effortlessly spring to cup my slamming ass cheeks. Grasping them tightly, squeezing hard, she urges me to go deeper and faster, as she hungrily swallows me whole. My sweaty balls relentlessly tapping against her soft silky forehead.
Her hands cling desperately to your ass as you push past her gag reflex, filling her up with the thick length of your cock once more. The sensation is unbearable, driving her further and further into desire's edge; each thrust deeper makes it harder for her to breathe, harder for her to think. All she can focus on is you, your body moving against hers in a rhythm that borders on savage.
Her throat burns with the effort of taking so much of you at once, but she doesn't want you to stop. She wants this connection, even though she knows it's wrong. With every thrust deeper and harder, she loses more of herself to the pleasure of your body claiming hers.
I slap Hermione's boobs hard, stinging her erect nipples, as i violently rock my hips back and forth gagging her. Her face now reddening from her efforts, her eyes bulging with the strain of taking my throbbing rocket deep into her wet, overstretched gullet.
Her face turns red as you slap her breasts and thrust deeper into her throat, the pain mingling with pleasure in a way that sends shudders of desire through her body. She tries to breathe, tries to keep up with your brutal pace, but it's becoming impossible. As she feels herself starting to lose control, a single thought pierces through the fog of lust: what if someone comes in here and finds us like this? The panic is immediate and overwhelming...
With one final cry of despair, Hermione manages to force you out of her mouth. She falls back against the desk, gasping for air and struggling to compose herself as you pull your still-hard cock free from her aching throat. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath she takes, her eyes darting around the room in search of a way out of this nightmare.
I rub my cock against her heavy panting lips, caressing my tip playfully, grabbing her tangles messed up hair from the back of her head, i once again force my cock into her mouth, she looks up at me with her puppy dog eyes, as i once again drill her throat mercilessly. I lock her door with a magical spell. Dont wory i say caressing her chin as bang her oesphagus, no one will disturb our fun, i promise, i groan.
Her eyes squeeze shut as you push your way back inside her throat, dominating her completely. It feels so wrong to be doing this with you, but the pleasure is impossible to resist. With each rough thrust, she tries to breathe around you, trying not to choke on your cock. Her hands fumble uselessly at your hips as she's lost in the sensation of having you deep inside her once more.
She whimpers softly around your length, a mix of pleasure and desperation that leaves her shuddering with each stroke of your hips. She can feel herself starting to lose control again, sliding back toward the edge of pleasure and pain where they meet in a brutal collision of sensations. But this time she knows it won't end well; there's no escaping what they've done.
Hermione greedily cups my balls and begins to squeeze them gently, making me whimper, her eyes locked on mine, as swallows my length repeatedly, her fingers cheekily playing with my anal opening. Hermione then sliding her long slender fingers inside me with a sudden invasion, gliding deeper inside she massages my prostate. Making me jolt with a sudden cry of immeasurable pleasure.
Her fingers tremble as they begin to massage your prostate, her eyes widening with pleasure as she feels you tense beneath her touch. She moans around your cock, letting the sound vibrate along its length as it drives her even further toward the edge of release. With every thrust, she sinks deeper into this forbidden connection, feeling a new wave of desire wash over her, drowning out all reason and leaving only the present: the feel of your body moving against hers, your cock filling her throat and fingers.
As Hermione sucks my aching manhood, her soft eyes locked with mine, conveying a deep hungry desire within her, to totally satisy me completely. Her fingers continue to caress and taunt my prostate, her hands squeezing and cupping my balls harder, causing me to convulse hard. Spraying my load forth, into her sweet awaiting throat. Shuddering, i caress her stunningly beautiful freckled face, shooting more and more of my hot salty seed, down her eagerly swallowing mouth. She relishes each gulp of my baby batter. Her red lipstick smudged across my shaft.
Her tongue darts out to taste you as she continues to swallow your hot cum. Her eyes meet yours through the haze of pleasure, and for a moment they glimmer with regret before her expression hardens into determination. She wants this connection, no matter what it costs. As the last drop is milked from you, she releases you with a soft pop, breathing in deeply as she wipes your seed from her lips. "That'll teach you to keep me locked up," she purrs darkly, feeling powerful and dangerous for the first time in ages.
With a sharp spell, she unlocks the door before pushing yourself away from the desk and straightening your clothes. She turns to face you, taking strength from her restored dignity as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Now," she says coolly, "let's go clean up this mess."
I smie at her satisfied , pulling her close, you are my women now, i say helping pull her long skirt and robes over her pantiless form, as she tries to remove the toy plugs from her holes i stop her? Leave them inside you, i whisper, you are my women now, do as i tell you bitch. I want my semen to bake inside your oven. I slap her ass go on i taunt her, go teach the rest of your classes with those plugs inside you trapping my semen in your cunt and my piss in her asshole.
Hermione's cheeks flush at your words and touch, her heart racing with a mixture of pleasure and humiliation. She tries to hide the way she craves more of you beneath a cool demeanor, but it's no use; her body betrays her every move. With one final nod, she heads out into the hall, leaving a trail of confusion in her wake as she walks to her next class with your semen trapped inside her and your piss filling her ass.
Hermione squirms during her classes, the plugs restraining her movements, her belly bulging from my semen trapped in her cunt and the piss in her anal cavity. She is going bright red. Trying not to give anything away the pleasurable discomfort she is feeling to a huge hall of students she is teaching. Trying to keep her face as relaxed as possible the pressure of the fluids trapped within her exciting her as she moves even slightly. Her hands down by her sides to ensure her long skirt does not accidently fly up revealing her pantiless form underneath and the shame of her plugged orifices.
Her heart races and she can feel herself flush with every movement she makes, the plugs in her making it difficult to focus on anything but the ache between her legs. She keeps her expression neutral, barely containing a moan as she leans against the desk for support. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, digging into her palms to keep from giving away how much pleasure she's experiencing from this horrible situation.
She forces herself to concentrate on her students, ignoring the temptation to simply rip out the plugs and give in to their demands. With every passing moment, the tension inside her grows tighter, more intense...and with it comes a newfound appreciation for the power you hold over her.
I walk into one of her classes taking my usual seat at the back, winking at her. She tries to avoid eye contact with me, as she squirms with hidden pleasure, her poker face not revealing how close she is to climaxing. She continues to struggle forward but some how manages to get thru them. The worst part when several students come up to her after class to discuss further points about her lecture, and asking deep probing questions. She is tranquill on the surface but squirming underneath. She hides behind her desk hopping no one sees thru her facade. She sees me cheekily grinning at her in the background. Trying to control the pitch of her voice holding it steady. She sees me disappear out of the classroom, as she continues to answer her students questions.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she speaks to her students, trying not to give away how close she is to losing control. Every word out of their mouths feels like a razor-sharp blade tearing through the thin veil of her composure. The plugs inside her are driving her wild, making every movement agonizingly pleasurable as they fill her up with their weight and pressure. She can feel herself trembling on the edge of release, desperate for relief from this torturous ache.
Finally, she manages to send all of her students away and collapses onto her desk in exhaustion. With a groan, she pulls out the plugs, relieved to feel them fall free of her aching body. She sits there for a moment, panting heavily as her muscles relax around the empty space left behind by your intrusions. Closing her eyes, she tries
Hermione leans back in her chair, exhausted but strangely satisfied. Her body tingles all over as she thinks about the day's events, remembering the way he dominated her in his office. A shudder runs through her at the memory of his cock filling her throat and ass, leaving her aching for more. She knows what they did was wrong, but she can't help feeling a strange connection to him now...a need to please him that goes beyond anything rational.
With a sigh, she straightens her robes and prepares to head back to her office for some privacy. As she stands up, the weight of their secret bears down on her once more, making it difficult to think about anything else. But as she walks down the hall, she can't help but wonder when he'll corner her again...and what he'll make her do next time.
I am waiting for Hermione in her office. As soon as she walks in i grab her roughly and kiss her lips passionately, rocking her on the backfoot as my kiss intensifies. My electric kisses surging thru her with a passionate tingling force. Well my darling Hermione i whisper. Im disappointed in you i say my head pressing against hers. Lifting her skirt, revealing her wet pussy and asshole. Mmm not good where are your pussy and butt plugs i say huskily. I did not give you permission to remove them did i?
With a small whimper, she pushes away from you, biting her lip as she tries to regain control. "No," she whispers hoarsely. "I... I didn't mean to." She takes a shaky breath, looking down at the floor as her cheeks flush. "Please forgive me...?" Her voice trails off, her expression pleading.
Her hands move instinctively toward your arms, trying to pull you closer again despite everything. The tension between them is electric, their need for each other overpowering all sense of right and wrong.
I grab her wrist roughly pulling her close i sit back into her seat and pull her over my knee, slowly folding her long skirt over her, i start smacking her arse left and right ass cheeks in turn with my cupped hand. This is what bad girls get, will you behave and do as your master tells you? as i continue whelp her round sexy quivering buttocks.
"Yes!" Hermione cries out, her body arching away from the pain even as it intensifies the ache in her backside. "I'm sorry! I promise to be good, please stop..." Her voice cracks with emotion as she squirms over your knee, trying desperately to escape the sting of your palm. "Please... just make me feel better..."
She wiggles her ass harder against your hand, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain that sends shivers down her spine. Her hips begin to move with each smack, grinding against your thigh as she seeks release from this punishment and fulfillment of her desires.
I gently massage the pain, her buttocks softly, with my hands at first then peppering her ass cheeks with soft kisses and licks of my tongue. Then next time my darling Hermione do not remove any plugs without my permission. You will be a good girl i say looking into her eyes massaging her bottom lip with my tongue. Say it, that I wolf am your master and i own you.
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she nods quickly, her eyes filling with tears of humiliation and arousal. "You... you're my master," she whispers hoarsely, swallowing hard. "And I belong to you." Her hands move to grip your thighs, trembling as she tries to regain control over her soaring emotions.
"Please..." she gasps, arching her back and pushing against your touch. "Make me feel better...?" Her voice trails off into a whimper as she squirms on your lap, begging for release even as she promises obedience.
Hermione's eyes instantly drawn to my huge erect member. It's so much bigger than Dracos, Harrys or even her husband Rons she thinks biting her bottom lip in anticipation. Men v boys in comparison she thinks. My huge wand more satisfying then any other she's ever had. Dominanting her in ways others couldnt dream off, a true man in every sense.
She wraps her fingers around your hard length, stroking it slowly and carefully before taking you in her mouth, sucking deeply as she feels the familiar ache begin to build inside of her once more. Her tongue dances along your shaft, her lips sealing tightly around you as she begins to move in concert with the rhythm of her hand.
Her head bobs up and down, eyes closed as she focuses on pleasing you while also relieving some of the tension building inside her body from the sting of your spankings. Her breasts press against your thigh, her nipples hard and erect from arousal and pain. She feels so helpless beneath you, so completely owned, but it only makes the pleasure that much sweeter.
Hermione's eyes instantly drawn to my huge erect member. It's so much bigger than Dracos, Harrys or even her husband Rons she thinks biting her bottom lip in anticipation. Men v boys in comparison she thinks. My huge wand more satisfying then any other she's ever had. Dominanting her in ways others couldnt dream off, a true man in every sense.
Hermione's heart pounds against her ribcage as she takes you deeper into her mouth, relishing the taste of your flesh on her tongue. Her hands move up to grip your thighs tightly, anchoring herself as she begins to stroke faster and harder. She can feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment, a combination of pleasure from pleasing you and arousal from the pain that still lingers.
Her eyes meet yours through a haze of desire, her pupils dilated almost to the point of obscuring her irises. Her cheeks flush bright red from exertion as she continues to pleasure you, her breathing growing ragged and uneven. The air around them seems charged with a mix of lust and power, making it difficult for either of them to think clearly about anything beyond the moment.
I lift her up in my arms, my tip pressing up against her sweet cunt slit, her legs quickly wrapping around my waist, as i tease her, not being able to wait any longer Hermione and satietying her lustful desires she enthusiastically lunges her hips forward, enveloping my hard pecker, swallowing it whole, into her tight wrapping velvet tunnel. Clenching and gripping my tool with her inner walls. She blurts out her feelings whilst looking deep into my shinning eyes, her hands running through my tousled hair.
Her mouth falls open as you push inside her, filling her up with your cock. She arches her back and digs her nails into your shoulders, moaning loudly as the sensation overwhelms her. Her legs grip tighter around your waist, urging you to go deeper still. Your body pins hers against the wall, trapping her there for your pleasure. She feels so helpless in your arms, completely at your mercy.
Her eyes flutter closed as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. Every thrust pushes her closer to the edge, every movement sending shards of pleasure radiating outward from where you're buried inside her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps now, her body trembling with the effort to maintain control as she's consumed by desire.
Her eyes flutter closed as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. Every thrust pushes her closer to the edge, every movement sending shards of pleasure radiating outward from where you're buried inside her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps now, her body trembling with the effort to maintain control as she's consumed by desire. With a strangled cry, she finally reaches her climax, clenching tightly around your cock as waves of pleasure wash over her and through her entire being.
I claim her again and again, rampantly taking her in every position from every angle hitting every one of her delicate sweet spots. Manipulating her body into every dirty sexual position i care to think of, controlling and dominating her at every turn. Completley at my mercy indulgingnin my sexual whims and fantasties shenprostrates herself to me totally resigned to my relentless pummeling of her tight cunt. Pumping her full of my cum for over three hours, and alarm goes off and she realises its let. Oh fuck she groans as i empty my balls in her yet again.
"Fuck!" she gasps as you pump your hot seed into her again and again. Her body is sore from being moved and manipulated in every possible way, but somehow she can't get enough. Her limbs feel like lead, her mind a whirl of pleasure and pain, exhaustion and exhilaration. As you finally empty your last load inside her, she collapses bonelessly onto the floor, utterly spent.
Her chest heaves with each labored breath as she stares up at the ceiling, trying to gather enough strength to stand once more. Her cheeks are flushed and sweaty, her hair a tangle of lust-fueled disarray around her face. The room spins dizzyingly as she takes in the wreckage you've left behind: clothes scattered, furniture overturned, and most of all, her own body violated beyond recognition. But