With all her friends on the Gryffindor team, Hermione joined the wild Quidditch parties. Swept up in the excitement, she kissed one guy… then another… until she lost count. The next day, she blamed the Butterbeer—though she hadn’t had a sip. -ero
Just seeing this must make your little clit twitch.The cuffs in my mouth, the strap I’ll never use on a man… Only on pathetic little things like you. Because that’s what you were made for — To kneel. To gag. To be used and forgotten.