"Oh shit!"There she was. She was standing in all her miserable glory, her clothes in tatters, hanging from her like curtains blowing in the wind. The ...oor wretch! Her breasts were resting upon the remnants of her torn bra and they weren't at all inside it. Her stomach was naked. Her panties were shredded and dishevelled and hid nothing, and yet somehow they'd lodged precariously on her hips and a tiny triangular tuft proved that they were for decoration and fulfilled no functional. 5 inch hai au vo usko muhme leke chusne lagi me bhi unke boobs ko chus raha tha aur kabhi dant bhi laga deta tha aur vo siiiiiiiiii ssssssshhhhhhhhhh bhar rahi thi fir ham 69 ki posisan me hogaye karib 10 minit ek dusre ko chat ne k baad aunty boli ab nahi raha jata 5 saal se sukhi hai ye chut aunty n pehli hi puri tyari kar rakhithi chut ko save kar k rakh tha mene unke upar aya aur unki chut me apna lund thoda dala aur dhkka lagane laga to aunty shhhhhhhh sssssssssshhhhhhh siskariya bharne. Absently, Hermione nods, deciding that this punishment is certainly better than the last few have been. Her hand reaches for the quill as her eyes look to the board.Cum depository is written on the board in Umbridge’s handwriting.Hermione shivers as a flush comes over her entire body. “Be quick about it, Mudblood; there is more to be done yet,” Umbridge barks at her from her classroom’s teacher desk. “And spread your legs far apart like the slut you are.”As Hermione spreads her legs apart,. A lot of the black women shunned her completely, but a few were pretty cool and all the black men were very friendly and went out of their way to say hello. She was drunk enough to dance with several of the black men including Clancy and both his brothers Ellison and Lee. They were a good deal younger then Clancy being in their mid thirties. She danced and had fun enjoying herself, but she wasn't drunk enough to press her body into one of the black men when a slow song came on. She sought out.