Hogwarts girl in 69 pose and a Muggle : no hands ,deep throat, facesitting

The Spellbound Student

Professor Hermione Granger, esteemed witch of Hogwarts, was having an ordinary day filled with classes, homework assignments, and fantasies about her students. Always a rule follower, Hermione never crossed the lines… until today.

As the sun set over the castle, Hermione found an owl-delivered envelope on her desk. Inside was an anonymous note with a bizarre message:

“To my dearest Prof. Granger, I’ve always admired your intellect, beauty, and taste in wands… and … your luscious ass. I challenge you to a duel at midnight tomorrow in the Forbidden Forest. A magical correctly performed 69 shall win the exhibition match. Until then, yours truly, a secret admirer.”

What kind of witchcraft was this? Why did this person think they had a chance against her well-practiced tongue techniques developed over many years of lurking the sexually charged halls of Hogwarts? Intrigued, and not-so-secretly excited, Hermione replied with a simple “I accept.” She set her wand beside her cauldron and awaited her anonymous opponent for thejoin of a lifetime.

Midnight fell like a hefty Meaty Meat & Mushroom Soup on a foggy Gryffindor common room night. Hermione made her way to the Forbidden Forest entrance, her black robes trailing behind her. Upon arriving, she found the forest empty and the trees whispering mysteries of the unknown. As she cautiously stepped deeper into the shadows, a figure emerged from the foliage.

“I apologize for the jump-scare,” the mystery woman said in a low, sexy tone. “I’m a massive fan of your wild imagination. siglos potens maxima побеждает. Let us begin the 69 duel.”

“I’m not afraid of you, you… you… perverted Potter fan,” Hermione spat, flames of excitement igniting within.

With swift wandless motion, both witches threw down their robes, revealing their naked bodies glimmering in the moonlight. Hermione’s eyes widened at the sight – tanned skin, muscular legs, and a shaved fanny flew at her.

They stood, face to titty, Hermione taking note of the girl’s taut athletic build and full breasts.

“Delighting licking, Prof. Granger?” the admirer purred.

Hermione tilted her chin up, brushing a lock of wayward bush behind her ear. “I’ve had tits before. Enough talk, you’ve wanted me for so long. Let’s duel.”

“Let’s.”

With a rip-roaring rug sweep, they moved together at once, diving down into a shivering 69! The admirer locked sticky lips around Hermione’s lower loins, sucked her sticky secret spots with a magical tongue. Meanwhile, Hermione flicked her intricately-tongued speed to life, licking long strokes in and out of the admirer’s cunt. Their bodies swelled, exchanging bodies hungrily as desire fueled magical licking.

Hermione’s wandless fingers thrust deep in her 69 partner as she lapped the heady juices spilling over her chin. The admirer gulped, groaning as Hermione’s thick finger conjured pressure inside her, pushing caught edges wetly. Hermione threw her head back crying, muffled by the folds pressed over her mouth. Deeper. Faster. Spells and incantation burst from their wet mouths against thirsty holes. Heavy gushing juices splattered and mixed on their intertwined bodies as they made out. Hermione swallowed hard, moaning heavily as the admirer drank from her.

The relieve came quickly for the both of them, with wandering hands and greedy tongue strokes making the defeat ceremony last far too long. One after the other, they came undone, their Spellbound Student pussy clenching and spasming against the other’s mouth’s hot licks, their 69 pose stiff on split as they rode out the wave of bliss. As the moaning and writhing stopped, the admired one rolled over to look up at their hero’s glow.

“You defeated far more than just me tonight, Prof. Granger,” the admirer whispered breathlessly.

Hermione smirked, sitting up. “I know. You’ll be spellbound for a good month after that one.”

The admirer blushed red, like Ron on Valentine’s Day, grinning foolishly. “Oh, I will be. Allow me to bow before my teacher and return home now.”

With that, she waved her wand and vanished.

Hermione picked up her robes and stumbled wearily to her bed. Her Seer stone communicator was flashing that night. She lit it to reveal Ron wearing his shirt and wandless with Hermione’s old Quibbler.

“Hermione, come quick. My What’s That Bug..e, broom has gone loose. I need you to…” The cam stopped suddenly.

Hermione cursed, lighting her broom and flying off into the night, a naughty grin tilted on her face. Whatever tomorrow held, she was sure that it would be trouble. But boy, anything would be fun after the incredible 69 magical duel she just had with a stranger in the forest. She giggled and dove into the night’s sky, choosing the path of least resistance, letting herself go wild.