Dark haired mademoiselle knows what she wants and is not afraid to get it

She feels the sweaty skin of her professor touching her body each time she thrusts inside, and hears her grunts during each thrust and her perverted moans of pleasure each time Hermione screams into her panties from pain. She knows her Professor is more turned on by her pain than she is in the act of raping her. The lustful way she looks down on her, screaming and domina crying in pain from the rape, confirms that. Mixed in with the sounds of her screaming and crying, the sounds of the desk creaking and moving against the floor, and the moans and grunts above her, Hermione begins to hear her professor’s heavy breathing from the exertion of the brutal assault she is performing on Hermione’s body. Hermione only feels pain from the act, and a deep humiliation at being reduced to a fuck toy for her teacher’s pleasure. Umbridge thrusts faster and harder into her as she gets closer to her own orgasm, causing Hermione’s tits to bounce from the force of the thrusts. Her teacher’s eyes seem to catch on the movement of her breasts, for she grabs them in her fists and pulls her body up as she keeps thrusting, holding tightly to Hermione’s tits. Hermione screams loudly into her panty gag at the new source of pain. “Your tits can always use more pretty bruises, can’t they, Mudblood?” Umbridge taunts. Humiliated and in pain, Hermione has no choice but to nod as her teacher continues pounding into her body. The teen just closes her eyes and tries to disassociate from the present, hoping it’ll end soon. Her professor's brutality is a constant reminder, however, and it keeps her in the present, all too aware of the act being forced on her. Finally, Hermione hears Umbridge come to her release as she thrusts into her body one last time, lying on top of Hermione and breathing heavily. One of her femdom professor's hands leaves her sore breasts and pulls the soiled panties from her mouth, dropping them to the floor. “What do you say, Miss Granger?” Umbridge pants from on top of her, taunting her. Hermione moans in pain, the strap-on still embedded deep within her pussy. “Thank you for raping my Mudblood pussy, Professor Umbridge,” she says in defeat, remembering the words she had to say at the start. “Will you now support the Ministry, bizarre Mudblood?” Tears continue to fall down her face, defeated from all she’s endured. And yet… “No, Professor Umbridge.” From above her, Dolores Umbridge smiles evilly as she slowly eases the strap-on out of Hermione. Then, right as its tip is at the entrance to her body, Umbridge roughly thrusts forward one last time, causing Hermione to scream again. “Then I look forward to your next punishment after dinner tonight…in the Great Hall.” Hermione’s eyes widen as they focus on that statement. She shakes fetish her head in protest. This is Karen, and this is… wait don’t tell me! Jennifer?” My wings flapped frantically as I dodged a burning piece of the Lodestone. Now, I’m not a big guy by any stretch of the imagination, but I do work out and with several years of martial arts training, I was able to look after myself. It was time to expose my pussy bizarre and jewellery. Finally we head home with my new wardrobe. The bedroom connected to a master bathroom, complete with all the amenities, including a big bathtub with jets. Then her naked. She was a MILF. I challenge you to make me perverted fetish cum again. I looked up at Jason and saw his joyful expression. But then femdom Barb yelled out, “Ouch”, and Josh stopped. Please just fuck me already!” I beg her as she domina continues to tease me. Sitting down near the door I opened the menu. I also packed a few videos. "I've never done this before," she said. God, I needed it. “I don’t know, but I would love to do this again.” But this feeling is of adore, affection and the feeling of belongingness. Once my brother had left I had a meeting with the Captain of the Wolf Scouts.