He reread it, his eyes growing wide as he shook his head. "Of course! It protects a secret entrance and is dangerous. Why didn’t I see it before!" W...at?" Everyone asked. Harry’s heart was in his throat."The Whomping Willow!" George answered excitedly."You may be right!" Hermione exclaimed taking the book back. "It lives but shouldn’t. Trees are alive all right, but this one is animated! And it guards the way to the shrieking shack, plus if you push the knob that Crookshanks found, it calms it. “Cameras are rolling so I’m coming in to get my cock sucked!”My eyes rolled with sexual desire as Toms footsteps resonated around the studio as he headed toward my head. His cock was at my cheek and I could smell the musky aroma of his rock hard cock. The smell only increased my arousal as I opened my mouth and rested his cock on my tongue. I rolled my tongue around the tip of his impressive erection then pursed my lips over his bulbous dome and slid his cock deep in my slut mouth. I heard. As you will notice our friend Richard has improved the evening by providing the artwork from his private collection. I am told she is yours to enjoy for the night. I think we have James, the resident artist, to thank for her arrangement. Enjoy the evening, I am sure I will get a chance to talk with you all. Thank You.?The hum of conversation returned. Julie?s mind spun - ?yours to enjoy for the night?, what did that mean. She shivered with anticipation, that was what she was ? theirs to. “I’ll clean it up.” He bent down, and then his tongue licked over the top of her breast. She moaned softly, getting louder when his lips places hot kisses over the smooth skin. A few seconds later, she gently pushed his head away. I watched with morbid fascination as she pushed the strap of her dress over her shoulder, baring one perfect, creamy breast to the world without the tiniest hint of shame. Then she reached out, picked up another brownie, and my eyes went wide when she smashed it.