ekdv287

It occurs to her in the early hours of the morning when she can’t sleep that she could go to Dumbledore and tell him what happened. There’s no way he’d allow such a thing to happen in the school, certainly, but Hermione fears what would happen to her if she spoke of what Umbridge made her do. Not only would she probably have to be removed from the school for her own protection—with the Minister placing Professor Umbridge in the school, they wouldn’t be able to force Umbridge out—but that would mean she’d have to leave Harry, and she can’t possibly do that. Not to mention that if she told anyone else what Umbridge and Fudge did to her, then more people would know, and Hermione can’t bear the thought of anyone else knowing what they forced her to do. So after breakfast on Saturday, despite the fear and dread coursing Hardcore through her body, Hermione finds herself knocking on Professor Umbridge’s office door. “Enter, dear,” the professor calls from within, her voice sugary sweet, putting on airs, as though she hadn’t caned her forty times over the Minister’s desk last night. Hermione follows instructions, closing the door behind her. Umbridge is sitting at her desk grading papers with a bright pink quill. “Please strip off your clothes and put them in your bag, Miss Granger,” she instructs without looking at her. “Then place your bag in the cabinet to your left.” Tears fall down her face as Hermione complies with the order, using last night’s ‘dress code’ as a guide. Her blouse, skirt, bra, and panties are unceremoniously shoved in her bookbag as she removes them, and then she walks over to the cabinet Umbridge had indicated and places the bag inside it. “Your shoes too, please,” Umbridge calls out. Hermione bends down to take off her shoes, her face flushing as she realizes what sort of view asian she is giving to her teacher. She places her shoes in the cabinet as well and closes it, walking back to stand in front of Professor Umbridge in only her socks and her red and gold Gryffindor tie. When Umbridge finally looks up, Hermione watches as japanese she licks her lips and smiles cruelly at her. “What a lovely sight you are, bared before me.” Lust shines in her teacher’s eyes as they look over her abused body. “The blood and cum dried on your thighs, the handprint bruises on your tits, and the marks from the cane on your arse are a really lovely look on you, don’t you agree?” Hermione knows the answer Umbridge wants, and gives it to her, despite the revulsion she feels at the idea of complying once more. “Yes, Professor,” she responds, shame welling up inside her stomach as she nods her head. Umbridge stands up and beckons Hermione over to her and Hermione, fearful of any additional punishments, obeys. Umbridge’s fat hands reach for her breasts and Hermione moans in pain when her teacher squeezes her tits repeatedly. “We’ll just have to try really hard to keep you looking like this, I believe.” “Yes, Professor Umbridge.” “Now, to the business of your next punishment,” Dolores Umbridge continues primly, her hands moving to Hermione’s nipples. She pinches them amateur between her fingers and twists painfully, causing Hermione to let out a squeal. “You are going to crawl under my desk and pleasure my pussy while I get some work done, and you are not to make any noise while you’re at it either—I don’t want anyone who comes into my office to be inconvenienced by your punishment—is that understood?” Hermione nods, “Yes, Professor Umbridge,” she says before lowering herself onto the floor and crawling beneath Umbridge’s desk. She has no intention of making any noise, for she wants no one else to know of her situation. Umbridge sits back down, trapping her under the desk, and Hermione—slightly unsure of herself and ashamed to be helping her teacher in her own humiliation—moves her head under Umbridge’s pink skirt and positions her face between her teacher’s parted inner thighs. The moment Hermione’s tongue begins tentatively licking the Professor’s warm, moist pussy, the door to the office opens. “Professor McGonagall,” Umbridge says pleasantly, no doubt for Hermione’s benefit, “how nice of you to drop in.” Hermione freezes, her whole body flushing with shame as she sits under her Professor’s desk—naked, with her face between her teacher’s thighs. What would Professor McGonagall say to her if she could see her now? How would she look at Hermione ever again? Professor Umbridge brings her back to the present when her nails dig into Hermione’s arm, which is propped up on the chair. Hermione knows that’s a censure for not continuing with her assigned duty, so reluctantly, Hermione once again begins licking at Umbridge’s pussy as she listens to Umbridge cumshot have a conversation with her Head of House about her upcoming classroom inspection. “I—I have to go,” she murmured, terrified, and hid her face in shame as she haphazardly tossed the few items she’d unpacked back into her travel bag. The chandelier cumshot glowed its deep red, marking someone’s blood on the door outside. “Especially a well hung man like this one. The girls finished their kiss and faced me. Not a word was spoken, but the lust in their eyes said everything I needed to know. His eyes were absolutely menacing and they never left her, not even for a second. amateur Laurel asian was bending over right in front of my face, only a few feet away, giving me a great view of her somewhat large butt. No, and if it’s so obvious that I know it, then she already has killers in the city.” Yavara looked down the road. She tried to push me away but was no match for me. I pinned her arms down and hastened my thrusts, pounding her teenage pussy as her crying turned to sobs. I don’t argue and go back into the living room. Despite her cries for mercy, Lucilla’s penchant japanese for Hardcore roughness betrayed her. I thought I was being more subtle than that." Oh Fuck” Hanna said. This time, I would make Cherri cum.