Crabbe grabbed the back of Hermione’s head and started forcing his bulging meat down her tight throat. Hermione gagged but Crabbed just kept pushing...until Hermione’s nose was buried is his mane of pubes. Crabbe laughed and said to Hermione, “Say ‘I’m a filthy little slut’ now”. Hermione glared up at Crabbe, intent on not humiliating herself.Crabbed started face fucking Hermione again, but with increased vigor. Hermione’s throat was being used like a loose cunt and she was struggling to. His face had lost it’s cold and distant look and now was flushed and tight as though he were physically uncomfortable. As the beat of the song picked up, I spread my legs apart and placed my hands on the insides of my thighs as I slowly stroked up and down in time with the sinking of my hips as though I were riding an imaginary dick. I felt animalistic as I panted and thrust my hips as if I were wildly fucking on the dance floor. I hit a feverish pitch and let my head drop back as I let out a. "Ary does as bidden"Take the three bowls of cum and pour them in next"Ary does as bidden"Take the four feathers, and grind them into your blood."Ary does as bidden"Now dump the feather mixture into the big bowl."Ary performs the honors.The sludge in the bowl turns mirrory silver."Take the mixture and lather your whole body with it, filling your pussy and ass with an indecent amount"Ary does as bidden.the track marks now cover a ring and Lassa moves onwards, her wings drooling.The mixture flares. Taking care of the house and everything that thatentailed. He told me that as an SVP, he knew that I would be away fromhome for long periods of time, that the job would be stressful but thejob meant that we would have an amazing life. We would have all the moneywe need, we could do whatever we wanted. And he said that he would makesure that I would not have to worry about anything else about our livesexcept my job. That he would take care of every mundane thing in ourlives so that I could.