“Your tits can always use more pretty bruises, can’t they, Mudblood?” Umbridge taunts
. “Legs apart, slut!”
She continues to write the phrase over and over, but the stinging gets worse.
. We stepped inside and, as I closed the door, I saw George immediately hook his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shove them to the floor, his once again rigidly erect little dick catching momentarily on the waistband and then springing free and bouncing a little as it settled in the familiar jut toward the heavens. His cool little fingers wrapped around my shaft and stroked up and down in tiny movements
“Your tits can always use more pretty bruises, can’t they, Mudblood?” Umbridge taunts
. “Legs apart, slut!”
She continues to write the phrase over and over, but the stinging gets worse.
. We stepped inside and, as I closed the door, I saw George immediately hook his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shove them to the floor, his once again rigidly erect little dick catching momentarily on the waistband and then springing free and bouncing a little as it settled in the familiar jut toward the heavens. His cool little fingers wrapped around my shaft and stroked up and down in tiny movements
“Your tits can always use more pretty bruises, can’t they, Mudblood?” Umbridge taunts
. “Legs apart, slut!”
She continues to write the phrase over and over, but the stinging gets worse.
. We stepped inside and, as I closed the door, I saw George immediately hook his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shove them to the floor, his once again rigidly erect little dick catching momentarily on the waistband and then springing free and bouncing a little as it settled in the familiar jut toward the heavens. His cool little fingers wrapped around my shaft and stroked up and down in tiny movements
