She Leans Forward, Allowing Him To Taste Her Rear, Then Guides His Thick Shaft Inside Her…

Last weekend, over a slowly dying fire Harry and Hermione had snogged for a dare, and Hermione had nearly followed him back to his tent after. Almost losing his balance, Harry let out a small grunt, and scarpered to the toilet lest it woke someone. The next day Harry was slightly disgusted with himself. Groaning, they gathered up their various things, and began to troop out. Harry imagined a scenario: of Hermione slowly unzipping his tent after everyone was asleep, of her crawling into his sleeping bag, of his hand creeping past the elasticated waistband of her pajama shorts –
Fuck it. The Chosen One tiptoed out the door down the corridor towards the toilet for a quick wank. She slowly lowered her head until the majority of his cock was inside her mouth and began to move up and down. She slowly lowered her head until the majority of his cock was inside her mouth and began to move up and down. Whilst Ron was busy fiddling with playing cards, Ginny was also staring out the room at Hermoine’s curvy figure, her mouth slightly open, a slight