Taming the Brightest Witch

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As they descended the winding stairs of the Astronomy Tower, Hermione's legs were still shaky from their intense encounter. Her school uniform, hastily spelled on, felt uncomfortably damp against her skin.

"I can't believe Professor Sinistra caught us," Hermione groaned, her face burning. "Right after I... inside you..."

Luna walked with her usual dreamy grace, seemingly unbothered by the cum still trickling down her thighs beneath her skirt. "At least she didn't arrive during. That would have been quite the astronomy lesson."

"Luna!" Hermione hissed, but couldn't help giggling. "This is serious! She's probably reporting me to McGonagall right now. Or worse - writing to my parents!"

"Oh no," Luna said serenely, "Professor Sinistra isn't going to report anything."

"How can you be so sure?" Hermione's mind raced with increasingly horrible scenarios. "She could be gathering the other professors right now. Or telling Dumbledore! Oh god, what if she tells Snape?"

Luna stopped on the stairs, turning to face Hermione. The moonlight streaming through the tower windows made her pale skin glow ethereally. "If she wanted you punished, she would have taken you to the Headmaster's office immediately. Not asked you to come to her private office in two hours."

"Maybe she needs time to gather evidence," Hermione fretted, unconsciously adjusting her skirt where her cock was finally softening. "Or brewing Veritaserum to question me..."

"Hermione," Luna's dreamy voice took on an amused tone, "did you notice how she looked at you?"

"Like she was horrified to find her best student fucking another girl in her tower?"

"No," Luna smiled mysteriously. "She looked... hungry."

Hermione's cock twitched traitorously. "What? No, she didn't!"

"She did," Luna insisted. "The way her dark eyes lingered on your body... how her breath caught when she realized what we'd been doing..."

"Luna, stop!" But Hermione's mind was already conjuring images of Professor Sinistra's elegant form, her chocolate skin glowing in the candlelight of her office...

"Think about it," Luna continued as they resumed walking. "A private meeting, after hours... in her secluded office... where no one would hear..."

"Hear what?" Hermione squeaked, her cock beginning to harden again.

Luna's smile turned wicked. "Hear how she moans when you bend her over her desk... your cock stretching her beautiful pussy..."

"Luna!" Hermione's face burned crimson, but her cock was fully hard now. "She's our professor!"

"A very attractive professor," Luna mused, "who just watched you fuck me senseless. Who saw how big and thick your cock is... how much cum you produce..."

They reached the bottom of the tower, and Hermione had to adjust her robes to hide her obvious erection. "This is mad. You're mad."

"Perhaps," Luna agreed cheerfully. "But I noticed how her nipples hardened through her robes when she saw your cock slip out of me..."

"You did not!" But Hermione remembered how Professor Sinistra's fitted teaching robes had hugged her curves, the way her full breasts had risen and fallen with quickened breath...

"Two hours," Luna reminded her with a knowing smile. "Just enough time to recover... to be ready to fill another eager pussy..."

"Shut...Shut up." Hermione said lamely.

"You know," Luna continued dreamily as they walked, "your cock could have any witch at Hogwarts... or beyond..."

"Luna, please..." Hermione groaned, but her cock throbbed at the thought.

"Daphne Greengrass would look lovely on her knees," Luna mused. "Those aristocratic Slytherin lips stretched around your shaft..."

"She hates me!"

"Her sister Astoria doesn't," Luna smiled. "I've seen how she stares at you in the library..."

Hermione's pace quickened, but Luna kept up effortlessly. "And outside school... Narcissa Malfoy would worship your cock..."

"Draco's mother?!" Hermione squeaked, but the image of the elegant blonde witch submitting to her made her painfully hard.

"Mmhmm," Luna nodded. "Pure-blood witches secretly crave being dominated by powerful muggle-borns... especially ones with magnificent cocks..."

"You're terrible," Hermione whispered, but couldn't help asking: "Who... who else?"

Luna's dreamy smile turned wicked. "Pansy Parkinson... imagine that smug face contorted in pleasure as you fuck her throat... or Susan Bones, those massive tits bouncing as you pound her..."

"Luna!"

"The Patil twins together... or Fleur Delacour... even Professor Garlick with those enormous-"

"Stop!" Hermione was practically running now, her cock straining against her skirt.

"They'd all serve you," Luna called after her. "Every witch would kneel for the chance to please your perfect cock... to be filled with your delicious cum..."

"You're impossible!" Hermione fled, Luna's musical laughter following her:

"Have fun with Professor Sinistra! Don't forget the silencing charms!"

"I'm leaving now!" Hermione announced, hurrying away before Luna could tease her further. But she couldn't shake the image of Professor Sinistra's dark eyes, burning with what she now realized might not have been anger at all...

Luna's musical laughter followed her down the corridor. "Don't forget to tell me how she tastes!"

Hermione found Ginny and Lavender in the girl's room, trying desperately to act normal. Lavender was sprawled across a plush armchair, and her clothes were barely covering her beautiful body- something that wouldn't have affected Hermione weeks ago but now made her cock twitch.

"You look flustered," Ginny observed shrewdly, her brown eyes studying Hermione's face. "Everything alright?"

"Fine!" Hermione squeaked, sitting down carefully to hide any potential bulge. "Just... studying. In the tower."

"With Luna?" Lavender asked innocently, but Hermione caught Ginny's knowing smirk.

"Yes, just... reviewing astronomy charts..." Hermione buried her face in a random book, trying to ignore how Lavender's skirt had ridden up her thighs.

"Must have been intense studying," Ginny murmured, quiet enough that only Hermione heard. "Your hair's even messier than usual..."

Hermione shot her a warning look, but Ginny just grinned. 

The sixth-year girls' dormitory was quiet except for the three of them. Hermione sat cross-legged on her bed, while Lavender lounged on hers in a thin nightgown that left little to the imagination. Ginny had sprawled across the foot of Hermione's bed, occasionally shooting her knowing looks.

"That kiss though," Lavender sighed, stretching like a cat. "Who knew our bookworm had such talented lips?"

Hermione felt her cock stir as Lavender's nightgown rode up her thighs. "You've mentioned that kiss quite a lot lately."

"Well, it was... memorable," Lavender giggled, playing with her hair. "The way I grabbed you... how your tongue-"

"Is there a reason you keep bringing it up?" Hermione interrupted, her newfound confidence making her bold. Her cock was fully hard now, but safely hidden beneath her skirt and the bed covers.

"I... what?" Lavender sat up, her generous breasts straining against the thin fabric.

"The kiss," Hermione continued, meeting Lavender's startled gaze. "You've mentioned it daily. Sometimes multiple times a day. Almost as if..."

"As if what?" Lavender's voice was barely a whisper.

"As if you're hoping for another one," Hermione finished, enjoying how Lavender's cheeks flushed pink.

Ginny snorted with laughter, rolling onto her back. "Look at you, getting all dominant!"

"I'm not... I didn't..." Lavender stammered.

"Because if you want to kiss me again," Hermione rose from her bed, adjusting her skirt carefully, "all you have to do is ask."

The room fell silent. Lavender's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, her chest heaving. Ginny propped herself up on her elbows, grinning proudly.

"Holy shit, Hermione," she laughed. "When did you get so smooth?"

"I... you'd really...?" Lavender squeaked.

"Just ask," Hermione repeated, gathering her bag. She checked her watch - time to meet Sinistra. "Though not right now. I have somewhere to be."

As she headed for the door, she heard Ginny crow with delight and Lavender's breathless: "Merlin's beard, what just happened?"

Hermione smiled to herself as she descended the stairs. If only Lavender knew what else she was hiding besides her newfound confidence...

Finally, it was time. Hermione made her way to Sinistra's office, her heart pounding. She knocked tentatively.

"Enter," came the smooth voice.

Professor Sinistra sat behind her desk, and Hermione's breath caught. The professor's usual formal robes were looser, the top buttons undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of dark chocolate cleavage. Her long black hair fell in waves around her shoulders instead of its usual severe bun.

"Miss Granger," Sinistra smiled professionally, but there was something hungry in her dark eyes. "Please, sit."

Hermione perched nervously on the chair, her cock hardening as she watched Sinistra raise her wand. "Colloportus," - the door locked with a click. "Silencio Maxima," - a shimmer of magic sealed the room.

"Now then," Sinistra leaned forward slightly, giving Hermione an even better view of her cleavage. "Do you know why you're here?"

Hermione swallowed hard, Luna's words ringing in her ears: 'She looked hungry...'

"I... I assume it's about what you saw in the tower, Professor..." Her cock was fully hard now, straining against her skirt.

"Indeed," Sinistra's tongue darted out to wet her full lips. "Though perhaps not for the reasons you imagine..."

The office of Professor Sinistra was a circular room high in one of Hogwarts' many towers, adorned with astronomical instruments that gleamed in the candlelight. Star charts covered the walls, and a massive telescope pointed through an enchanted window toward the night sky. The room seemed to pulse with magical energy, enhanced by the privacy spells the professor had just cast.

Hermione sat nervously in a plush chair, her eyes inadvertently drawn to Professor Sinistra's partially unbuttoned robes. The professor's dark skin seemed to glow in the warm light, and her generous cleavage was impossible to ignore. The way she moved, with practiced grace and confidence, made Hermione's new appendage stir uncomfortably.

"Well, Miss Granger," Professor Sinistra began, her voice rich and smooth like aged whiskey, "I must say, this evening has provided quite the surprise." She settled into her chair behind the ornate desk, crossing her legs in a way that made her robes part slightly. "I've never encountered a student quite in your... situation before."

Hermione squirmed in her seat, her face burning. "Professor, I can explain—"

"Please do," Sinistra interrupted, leaning forward with predatory interest. "Perhaps start with explaining how one of our brightest students came to possess such an unusual addition to her anatomy. Is this something you've always had?"

The candlelight flickered across Sinistra's features, highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips. Her dark eyes seemed to pierce right through Hermione's defenses.

"No, Professor," Hermione managed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I just woke up with it one morning. It was about twelve days ago." She shifted uncomfortably, very aware of the hardness pressing against her uniform skirt.

"Just... woke up with it?" Sinistra raised an perfectly shaped eyebrow. "That's quite extraordinary. And you have no memory of how this occurred?"

Hermione shook her head, her curls bouncing slightly. "I've been searching the library every day since it happened. I've gone through countless books on transfiguration accidents, magical anomalies, and even ancient curses. There's nothing that explains this."

Professor Sinistra drummed her long fingers on the desk, each tap sending little shivers down Hermione's spine. "And how has this affected your daily life, Miss Granger?"

"It's been... challenging," Hermione admitted, trying to keep her eyes from wandering to the professor's exposed cleavage. "I've had to be very careful in the dormitory, during classes... it's not exactly something I can easily explain to anyone."

"Except for Miss Lovegood, it seems," Sinistra said with a knowing smirk. "Would you care to explain how I found you quite thoroughly engaged with her at the top of my tower?"

Hermione's face burned hotter. "That was... I mean... it just happened..." She stumbled over her words, distracted by the way Professor Sinistra unconsciously wet her lips.

"Just happened?" Sinistra's voice dropped lower, taking on a husky quality that made Hermione's cock twitch. "I saw you quite clearly, Miss Granger. You were, shall we say, balls deep in your friend. That doesn't just happen."

The crude phrase coming from her professor's elegant mouth sent a jolt of arousal through Hermione's body. She crossed her legs tightly, trying to hide her growing excitement.

"Has Miss Lovegood been helping you with your... situation?" Sinistra asked, her eyes flickering briefly to Hermione's lap before meeting her gaze again.

"She's been... understanding," Hermione managed, carefully avoiding mentioning Luna's enthusiastic oral attentions or Ginny's similar assistance.

Professor Sinistra stood up slowly, her robes shifting to reveal more of her curves as she walked around the desk. She perched on the edge, much closer to Hermione now. The scent of her perfume, something exotic and spicy, filled Hermione's nostrils.

"Understanding indeed," Sinistra purred. "And how large is this unexpected addition, Miss Granger?"

Hermione gasped at the directness of the question. "Professor, I don't think—"

"I think, given what I witnessed earlier, we're well past the point of prudish behavior," Sinistra interrupted. "I need to understand the full extent of your condition if I'm to help you."

The way she said "help" made Hermione's cock throb painfully. She swallowed hard before answering, "Nine inches, Professor."

Sinistra's eyes widened slightly, and she let out a low, appreciative hum. "Impressive, Miss Granger. And it's fully functional, as I observed?"

Hermione nodded, unable to trust her voice. The professor's proximity was making it difficult to think clearly. She could see the slight sheen of sweat on Sinistra's dark skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.

"Tell me," Sinistra continued, her voice dropping even lower, "how does it feel? Having this new appendage, using it as you were with Miss Lovegood?"

"It's... intense," Hermione admitted, her breath coming faster now. "Everything feels different. I notice things I never did before. The way girls move, the way they look... it's like I'm seeing everything through new eyes."

"And your body responds to these observations?" Sinistra asked, uncrossing and recrossing her legs slowly. "Like it's responding now?"

Hermione couldn't hide her reaction to the professor's movements. Her cock was straining against her skirt, creating an obvious tent in the fabric. She tried to adjust her position to hide it, but Sinistra's knowing look told her it was futile.

"I can see you're quite affected by our conversation, Miss Granger," Sinistra observed, her eyes now openly fixed on Hermione's lap. "Perhaps you need some... relief?"

"Professor!" Hermione squeaked, but she couldn't deny the wave of arousal that washed over her at the suggestion.

"Don't be coy," Sinistra chided gently. "I saw how vigorously you were using that cock earlier. Clearly, you need regular release to maintain your focus on your studies. As your professor, I'm concerned about your academic performance."

She leaned closer, and one of her hands came to rest on Hermione's knee. The touch sent electricity through Hermione's body, making her cock jump noticeably.

"Would you like me to help you, Miss Granger?" Sinistra's voice was barely above a whisper now. "To help you understand and control this new aspect of yourself?"

Hermione's breath caught in her throat. Professor Sinistra's hand was slowly sliding up her thigh, and she could feel the warmth of it through her stockings. The professor's dark eyes were fixed on hers, filled with hunger and promise.

"I... yes," Hermione breathed, unable to resist any longer. "Please, Professor."

"Good, then show me what made Lovegood moan like a whore."

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across Professor Sinistra's office as Hermione's trembling fingers worked at her school uniform. The young witch's breath came in short, nervous gasps as she loosened her Gryffindor tie, letting it hang loose around her neck.

"Slowly, Miss Granger," Sinistra purred, her dark eyes gleaming with predatory interest. "There's no need to rush. We have all night, after all."

Hermione nodded, trying to steady her hands as she unbuttoned her white shirt. Each button revealed more of her smooth, pale skin, and Sinistra's appreciative gaze made her cock throb with anticipation. The professor sat perched on the edge of her desk, her own robes partially undone, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her dark skin and the black lace of her bra.

"You're quite beautiful, you know," Sinistra commented, her voice low and rich like honey. "I've always thought so, but seeing you like this..." She let the sentence trail off, her eyes following Hermione's movements hungrily.

As Hermione's shirt fell open, revealing her simple cotton bra, she felt a flash of self-consciousness compared to her professor's more sophisticated undergarments. However, the look of pure desire in Sinistra's eyes quickly dispelled any doubts.

"The skirt next," Sinistra commanded softly, uncrossing and recrossing her legs in a way that made Hermione's mouth go dry.

With slightly steadier hands, Hermione unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her feet. Her cock strained against her panties, creating an obscene tent in the thin fabric. Sinistra's tongue darted out to wet her full lips at the sight.

"Those too," she nodded toward Hermione's panties. "Let me see all of you."

Hermione hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs. Her cock sprang free, standing proudly at attention, the head glistening with pre-cum. Sinistra made an appreciative sound in her throat.

"My, my," she breathed, sliding off the desk and approaching Hermione. "It's even more impressive up close." Her warm hand wrapped around Hermione's shaft, drawing a soft moan from the young witch. "Sit down, Miss Granger."

Hermione sank into the chair behind her, her legs feeling weak as Sinistra's skilled hand began to stroke her length. With her free hand, the professor worked at the buttons of her own dress, revealing more of her magnificent cleavage contained within a black lace bra.

"Tell me," Sinistra said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "who else has had the pleasure of experiencing this magnificent cock of yours?"

Hermione bit her lip, trying to focus despite the wonderful sensations Sinistra's hand was creating. "I... I shouldn't..."

"Come now," Sinistra smiled, her thumb circling the sensitive head of Hermione's cock. "We're well past keeping secrets, aren't we? I already know about Miss Lovegood, after all."

A particularly skillful twist of her hand made Hermione gasp, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Ginny," she moaned before she could stop herself. "Ginny sucked my cock."

"Miss Weasley?" Sinistra's smile turned predatory. "How interesting. Did she enjoy it as much as Luna seemed to?"

Hermione's cheeks burned, but she couldn't deny the surge of arousal that came with discussing her encounters. "Yes," she admitted. "She said... she said my cum was delicious."

"Mmm, maybe I should test it myself," Sinistra purred, leaning down to capture Hermione's lips in a searing kiss. Her hand continued its torturously slow movements on Hermione's cock, spreading pre-cum along the shaft.

The kiss was nothing like the ones Hermione had shared with Luna or Ginny. While theirs had been eager and passionate, Sinistra kissed with practiced expertise, her tongue exploring Hermione's mouth with deliberate skill that left the young witch breathless.

When they finally broke apart, Sinistra's eyes were dark with lust. "Anyone else I should know about?" she asked, her hand never stopping its maddening rhythm.

"N-no," Hermione gasped, her hips moving in time with Sinistra's strokes. "Just them."

"Good girl," Sinistra praised, making Hermione's cock twitch in her hand. "Though I must admit, I'm surprised. With a cock like this, I would have thought you'd have had more... adventures."

She released Hermione's cock, drawing a whimper of protest from the young witch, and returned to her position on the desk. With deliberate movements, she shrugged off her partially unbuttoned dress, letting it fall to her waist. Her full breasts threatened to spill over the cups of her black lace bra, and Hermione couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Like what you see, Miss Granger?" Sinistra asked, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra.

"Yes, Professor," Hermione breathed, her cock throbbing with need as Sinistra's bra fell away, revealing her perfect breasts.

"Tell me," Sinistra said, cupping one breast and pinching her nipple, "what would you like to do to me?"

Hermione swallowed hard, her cock jerking at the sight. "I want... I want to touch you," she admitted. "To taste you. To feel those beautiful breasts wrapped around my cock."

"Such dirty thoughts from our resident bookworm," Sinistra teased, but her free hand returned to Hermione's cock, resuming its slow, torturous strokes. "And here I thought you were only interested in your studies."

"Please," Hermione moaned, her hips thrusting up into Sinistra's touch. "I need more..."

"Patience, Miss Granger," Sinistra smiled, leaning down to kiss Hermione again. This kiss was deeper, more demanding, and Hermione found herself getting lost in the sensation of Sinistra's skilled tongue exploring her mouth while her hand worked magic on her cock.

When they separated, Sinistra's lips were swollen from kissing, and her eyes were filled with hunger. "Tell me more about your encounters," she commanded softly. "Did you enjoy fucking Luna's tight little pussy?"

Hermione moaned at the memory, her cock throbbing in Sinistra's hand. "Yes," she gasped. "She was so wet, so tight..."

"And Ginny?" Sinistra prompted, her hand speeding up slightly. "How did it feel to have those pretty lips wrapped around your cock?"

"Amazing," Hermione admitted, her hips moving more urgently now. "She took all of me, right to the base..."

"Impressive," Sinistra murmured, her thumb spreading more pre-cum around the head of Hermione's cock. "And did you think about fucking her too? About sliding this beautiful cock into her tight young pussy?"

"Yes," Hermione moaned, beyond embarrassment now. "I wanted to... but we never..."

"Such restraint," Sinistra praised, her hand moving faster now. "Though I must say, I'm glad you saved some firsts for me..."

She stood up suddenly, letting her dress fall completely away, revealing a black lace thong that matched her discarded bra. Hermione's eyes roamed hungrily over her professor's curves, her cock twitching with need.

Professor Sinistra slid forward, her dark eyes fixed on Hermione's throbbing cock. Her full lips parted, and she took the head into her hot, wet mouth with practiced ease. Hermione's hands immediately tangled in the professor's dark hair, a desperate moan escaping her lips.

"Professor... oh gods, Professor..." Hermione gasped as Sinistra's skilled tongue swirled around her sensitive head. Her hips began to move instinctively, making small thrusting motions that pushed her cock deeper into Sinistra's welcoming mouth.

Sinistra hummed appreciatively, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Hermione's shaft. Her hands gripped Hermione's hips, encouraging deeper thrusts as she took more of the impressive length into her mouth. Her tongue worked magic along the underside of Hermione's cock, finding and stimulating every sensitive spot.

"You taste divine, Miss Granger," Sinistra purred, pulling back briefly before diving back down to take Hermione's full length. Her throat muscles contracted around the head, making Hermione's knees weak with pleasure.

The wet sounds of Sinistra's enthusiastic sucking filled the office, punctuated by Hermione's increasingly desperate moans. The professor's technique was masterful, alternating between deep throat and teasing licks that kept Hermione on the edge without pushing her over.

With a loud, wet pop, Sinistra released Hermione's cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head. "Tell me, Miss Granger," she said, her voice husky with desire, "have you noticed how Professor Garlick looks at you in class?"

Hermione's cock twitched at the mention of the Herbology professor, a stunning redhead with curves that put even Sinistra's to shame. "I... what?"

"Oh yes," Sinistra smiled, her hand lazily stroking Hermione's wet shaft. "She's mentioned how... distracting you've become lately. Always squirming in your seat, trying to hide this magnificent cock."

The image of Professor Garlick noticing her predicament made Hermione's cock throb in Sinistra's hand. "She's noticed?"

"Mmm, indeed," Sinistra purred, licking a long stripe up Hermione's shaft. "She has quite the appetite, you know. I imagine she'd love to help you with your... situation."

Before Hermione could respond, Sinistra took her cock back into her mouth, this time moving torturously slow. Her tongue traced intricate patterns along the sensitive flesh as she took Hermione deeper and deeper, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

"Oh fuck," Hermione moaned, her hips jerking forward. The combination of Sinistra's skilled mouth and the thought of Professor Garlick was pushing her rapidly toward the edge.

Sensing her approaching orgasm, Sinistra pulled back, wrapping her hand tightly around the base of Hermione's cock. "Not yet, Miss Granger," she chided. "I'm not finished playing with you."

Hermione whimpered, her cock throbbing painfully as her denied orgasm receded. "Please, Professor..."

"Patience," Sinistra smiled, placing teasing kisses along Hermione's shaft. "Would you like to know what Professor Garlick said about you?"

"Yes," Hermione gasped as Sinistra's tongue flicked across her sensitive head.

"She said she's noticed how thick your cock gets during her lectures," Sinistra purred, maintaining her torturously slow pace. "How it strains against your skirt when she bends over to help other students."

Hermione's cock jerked in Sinistra's hand at the words. The professor took advantage of her reaction, swallowing her length once again. This time, she bobbed her head faster, her hands massaging Hermione's balls as she sucked.

Just as Hermione felt her orgasm building again, Sinistra pulled away, earning another desperate whimper. "Perhaps we should invite her to join us next time," she suggested, her hand barely moving on Hermione's desperately needy cock.

"Professor, please," Hermione begged, her hips thrusting futilely into Sinistra's loose grip. "I need to cum..."

"Do you?" Sinistra asked innocently, her thumb circling the sensitive head. "Tell me what you'd like to do to Professor Garlick, and perhaps I'll let you."

"I... I want to bend her over her desk," Hermione admitted, beyond shame now in her desperate need for release. "I want to lift her skirt and fuck her until she screams my name."

"Such naughty thoughts," Sinistra smiled, rewarding Hermione's confession by taking her cock back into her mouth. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she took Hermione's full length.

This time, when Hermione felt her orgasm approaching, Sinistra didn't stop. Instead, she doubled her efforts, one hand pumping the base of Hermione's cock while she sucked the rest with increasing intensity.

"Professor, I'm going to..." Hermione gasped, her hands tightening in Sinistra's hair.

Sinistra merely hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations pushing Hermione over the edge. With a cry of pleasure, she came hard, her cock pulsing as she shot rope after rope of cum down her professor's eager throat.

Sinistra swallowed every drop, continuing to suck gently until Hermione's orgasm subsided and her oversensitive cock began to soften. When she finally released it, she licked her lips with a satisfied smile.

"Ginny Weasley wasn't wrong, Miss Granger, your cum is delicious," she purred, rising from her chair. "Now, shall we see how quickly I can get you hard again? I believe it's time to put that magnificent cock to proper use..."

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