Trying not to cum right then and there in my classroom. I feel droplets of sweat break out upon my forehead and between my breasts. My pussy dripping,...it is like I could feel every drop of my juices seep from me. I could smell the scent of my arousal plain as day. His thighs on either side of her legs, his lips kissing her flesh just above the thatch of hair and bellow her navel. Her fingers dragging over his scalp, pulling him closer as his fingers rise up her inner thigh. She trembles as I. "Oh, yes," Hermione moaned as her breath began to come faster. "That feels good. Oh, please, put it in me. I need to feel your hard cock filling my pussy. Oh, please fuck me. Fuck me hard." Somehow Harry knew that he shouldn't wait any longer. He put the head of his cock against the lips of Hermione's pussy and pushed. "OOOOHHHH!" Hermione yelled as Harry rammed the full length of his prick deep into her cunt. He waited for a bit to let her get used to the feel of him in her cunt then he slowly. The evening was very formal so she put on her black dress with stockings. She said during the night she had several offers for a nightcap but turned them all down, although she had been tempted by some of the fit looking younger men from different departments. She went to her room where she got one of her sex toys and fucked herself till she came thinking about all the offers she had that evening. Next day was another day of boring guest speakers but the evening meal was less formal, which. Didn’t people wait after a breakup, to date? Should she? Why not? Reed, couldn’t know or care and so far only Reed and herself and now Michael knew the she was dumped, and only Michael and her would know that she went out this soon. Besides it was dinner, not really a date anyway. Answering him, slowly, “Okay, but how do you know my favorite or are you going to guess?” “Well, I could guess, but since I am really partial to spaghetti with meatballs, I’m going to say that is your favorite and.