I hold you close to me and look into your eyes as you slowly make love to me. My fingers they can’t help but clutch and draw you closer, my face is ...oo close to yours now to see you properly but we feel our hot breaths on each other just before our mouths become frenzied and search each other for the truth that we know is here. Your pace quickens and I moan loudly as I love the new way that you’re thrusting into me, it’s raw and though this can’t go on forever, at this moment I wish that it. The large windows passed almost no light into the classroom, the gloom relieved by the numerous candles burning in the huge chandelier dominating the room. Umbridge noted that Potter kept his head down as he entered the class, his face in shadow and unknowable. Harry was one of the last to arrive, and shortly after he was seated, the door to the classroom closed."Good afternoon," said Umbridge. The false, cloying sweetness absent at breakfast was now back."Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge,". I slid my finger into her whole and they soaked up her juices, I took my fingers and started to play with her asshole, using the moisture from her pussy to help ease my finger into her ass. I fucked her pussy harder with my tongue yum yum yum yum until I felt her orgasm building, my finger worked her ass hole hard and then she cramped up, her stomach became real tight and she let her orgasm over take her, she was shaking like she was having a fit, but I carried on with my tongue, not letting. They were happy, stated, and exhausted. Stacey was the first to move. ‘Can we get something to eat?’ he asked. ‘I’m hungry.’ ‘I’m hungry, too’ Rita agreed. ‘What about you, Carol?’ ‘Yeah,’ the red-head replied. ‘Good sex always makes me hungry. Come on, Rita,’ she said, ‘Let’s get this young man something to eat. We don’t want him to lose his strength before we’re done with him, do we?’ The women got up, slipped on robes, and went out to the kitchen to prepare a meal. Stacey put on a pair of.