I held his head right there, not wanting to let him up for air, even. My ass squirmed and squirmed on that sofa, and my body actually became more and ...ore sensitive, and the rough covering of the sofa felt more and more rough on my bare ass. Eventually, I kept it up in the air, giving Ronnie a better angle for his tongue, and I threw my head back, over the arm of the sofa, in pure pleasure. After what felt like mere seconds, but was probably more like 10 minutes, Ronnie moved, bringing his hand. -Please Master! Shit in my mouth! I need it so bffh... Hermione requested before Goyle sit on her face...Hermiome Grange cute face was gone in a pile of ass flesh. Goyle was really siting on her face, his shithole right over her mouth... She was what he alway dreamed...Goyle tense up as he start to push the content of his bowel toward the exit and Hermione tense up expecting her meal...Suddenly, Gregory Goyle let out a big moans of relief and at the same time a massive fart. Next, his ass let. 'I think you're pregnant,' I said to her.'Of course I am, you idiot. I thought you'd have noticed sooner.' She replied.'I haven't had a period for two months!''Who's is it?' I asked.'How the fuck should I know,' she grinned back at me.'It could be any of the hundreds of men that have fucked me over the last few months.''And don't get to thinking it might be yours. Your sperm would never stand a chance against the proper cum that's been slopping inside my cunt.''Are you going to have it?' I. The mysterious murder a few blocks from my hotel was already forgotten. Hours later, laden down with shopping bags, I returned to my room, relieved to find that the housekeepers had already been there. I fished the scissors out of my makeup case and carefully cut the tags off my new dress, a black and tan color blocked sheath that gave me an hourglass figure when I’d tried it on at Carson’s. I’d paid cash for my dress, and I opened the safe in the closet to put the rest of my wad in my man’s.