“Please don’t, Professor!” Umbridge walks up to her and grabs hold of Hermione’s right nipple, pinching it between her fingers before twisting painfully, making Hermione cry out. “Let’s try that again, but this time, the words that come out of your mouth better be: please rape my Mudblood pussy with your strap-on, Professor.” Hermione’s eyes widen slightly, and she wants to do anything but say those words, but when Umbridge pinches her other nipple and twists, Hermione mumbles the gay sex boy cute required phrase. “Please rape my Mudblood pussy with your strap-on, Professor.” “That wasn’t nearly good enough, Mudblood. Say it again, louder, and with a little more…conviction.” Umbridge emphasizes her command with another twist of her nipples. Hermione screams in response to Umbridge’s abuse of her tits. “Please rape my Mudblood pussy with your phim gay sexy boy strap-on, Professor!” she shouts as tears begin to fall down her face. Umbridge smiles cruelly as she picks up her wand. “Accio Miss Granger’s panties,” she says, and Hermione watches as her panties are pulled out of the cabinet by magic. “Those are the straight only kinds of words that should come out of a Mudblood whore’s mouth,” Umbridge says to Hermione as she shoves the girl’s panties into her mouth to keep her from talking anymore. Hermione can taste the Minister’s dried cum on her panties and gags from the reminder. Dolores then lines up the strap-on with Hermione’s cunt boys before brutally shoving it all the way inside the girl without warning. Hermione cries out from the intrusion and continues to bad gay teen boy scream into her panties with every quick thrust her Professor makes as she continues to force herself on the teen. When Minister Fudge raped her last night, it had been at a steady but somewhat slow pace. “Okay then, we’ll go do this in the morning, but let’s not jump on it too quick, I want to make sure that he’s someone I’d bad gay teen boy approve of, ok?” Lisa said to me. She needs to be back up here on Saturday at 2:00 for the next round of negotiations hollered Rob as I pulled away !! When she answers her phone the first thing, she notes is the excitement in her little brother’s voice. She ended up trussed tightly with her asshole and cunt sticking out, wonderfully available. I looked at the kids then thought about what I’d seen in the mirror that morning. My daughter burst back into the house. Beside me, Tera was crouching straight-backed atop Mistress, sensually sliding up and phim gay sexy boy down the nymph’s shaft, her ass nearly level with her heels at the bottom of her descent, her anus gaping beautifully. His face was smooth, so he didn’t gay sex boy cute have freckles or anything. She wandered to her dresser and pulled out a pajama set, then trundled to the bathroom for a drink of water. I turned and left before she opened her eyes again, closing the doors behind me. I heard another long, loud moan as she began her ascent toward another climax. I lit it, took a nice hit, then I put it to his lips and held it for him. Well my weekend duty of washing the car was done, perhaps straight not to the usual perfection but with a lot more enjoyment, we went inside the house where Jan dried herself and was rewarded for her efforts by being told to go lie down on our bed, I followed her and said that she had best put the mask on again and lie face down in the centre to receive a massage as her reward, with that I walked to the front side of the bed reached under the mattress and pulled out a restraint to tie around her left wrist, Jan started to say “why am I being tied up” so she received two smacks across her bum before I heard her say “sorry master I did not mean to question you” I then proceeded to tie the other arm and both legs which had been spread far and wide to full expose her pussy and arse cracks. "Fuck it," I let out before I let my tongue into her slit and closed my eyes. "Isn't that sweet boys of him," her mom was completely understanding. "I don’t want to think what would happen if your mother found out about it" he said with slightly worried expression. I melted. I tried to cover my man-parts from her but she smiled. A full-length dressing mirror stood on the floor and a dirt encrusted lampshade hung above the bed. The moment I handed it over to the president, the futas descended on me. “Enjoy,” Ms. McTaggart said. The smell of Miss Margaret's behind. While I had always been a good looking guy (people said I looked like Michael B. Jordan) girls never paid me much attention. Now she acknowledged the prompt, “Complete Submission”. And he was loving it SO much.