Masters tongue

Harry dropped to his knees and lifted up her skirt. Getting a full view of her smooth soaking pussy.

"Delicious." Harry commented.

Then moved in kissing her pussy lips.

"Master!" Hermione moaned.

Harry stopped. "You might want to be quite Slut. I didn't cast any charms this time." He recommended.

Hermione groaned and bit her lip as Harry began to lick her.

Harry moved with expert skill. His tongue well trained thanks to Luna and her love of being eaten.

Hermiond gripped his hair as she tried desperately to remain standing. All the stimulation in the class ment she wouldn’t last long with his tongue.

"Oh Master....You treat me so...FUCK.. Master if you...I won't last." Hermione grew louder even as she tried to remain quite.

Harry reached around and began to twist the plug making her even more of a moaning mess.

Hermione wrapped one of her legs around his head and panted.

"Master...can I cum? Please?! Can your Slut cum?!"

Harry pushed his fingers in and hit her spot as he pulled his head back.

"Go ahead Slut." And dove back in.

Hermione moaned and took everything she had to not scream as she came.

Harry kept stimulating her throughout the orgasm. Determined to give his **** a good reward.

He licked up her juices but still had a shine on his face. When he stood back up.

Hermiones eyes were closed and she was sweating. Her chest rising and breathing heavy.

Harry loved when his girls had that look.

She opened her eyes and saw him smiling at her. She regained her footing and leaned in. She started licking her own cum off his face.

Harry wasn't surprised by it anymore. She really was one deviant witch.

She cleaned him up then kissed him hard.

She pulled back. "Thank you Master. That was unbelievable."

"You're welcome my Slut." Harry replied.

They gathered themselves and after checking the coast was clear left for their next lessons.