But it would have to do, for now... I massaged some oil into my swollen pussy, gliding it sensuously over my mound, thighs and ass, and squatted above...my dildo. Hesitating only to gaze at your face, I plunged the entire length into my juicy hole, crying out your name so loudly that the entire neighbourhood now knows who I lust after. One hand firmly on the shaft of your... i mean MY dildo, the other rhythmically stroking from mound down to the shaft, I began rising and falling on that cock. ‘No… Not him… Please… I don’t want to talk to him about sex!’ cried Hermione in protest.‘I’m sorry Ms. Granger, but Professor Dumbledore is more than qualified and this is too serious to wait until Monday!’ replied Madam Pomfrey sternly, taking Hermione by the wrist, and guiding her towards Professor Dumbledore’s office. Hermione had no choice but to follow Madam Pomfrey, even though she was extremely nervous about explaining her apparent slutty behavior and clothing to the Headmaster of. .. oh don't stop darlings! Never, never stop! OH! EEEEEH!"It hit her suddenly, like white lightning out of the blue. One moment she was straining for it, the next she was groaning like a depraved animal as great waves of indescribable joy inundated her frantically aroused flesh, curling her toes and fingers and making her teeth gnash with ecstasy. She wallowed obscenely in it, her cum gushing hotly from between her legs, flooding the dog's loins and flowing wetly down her inner thighs."Oh God,. I got a fresh case for you" she says with a smirk.Fuck. I was so close to finishing an uneventful day."All right boss, what's on the menu today? Werewolves showing up in Ukraine? Dead zombies poking their pretty little faces up outta the soil?" You wish Hartwell. You wish. Head down to 52 Sumner Street, Apartment Unit D601 we got reports on 3 missing men being found practically drained off all fluids. Intel thinks it's Fey in nature."Drained of all fluids could be a couple of things. Vampires,.