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Chapter 11 by VTheImpaler VTheImpaler

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She breaks him

Hermione grunts as she impales Ron to his core, causing his arms and legs to spasm. With every thrust, Ron’s brand new organs are stretched looser and looser. Soon he won’t be able to satisfy himself with anything less than four fingers, but Hermione doesn’t care. She has had yet to stretch a girl too far to enjoy her massive erection, though she’s fucked many to the point where they can only get off with her plugging their holes. Another push too far, and now Ron won’t even feel anything less than fisting.

Being the only one able to satisfy a few dozen broken-in sluts is a big responsibility, but one that Hermione revels in. Since she’s the only one they can turn to, she often neglects them intentionally so that they grow more and more **** for her, more willing to push their boundaries of depravity to quell their lust. Ron gurgles beneath Hermione, now his cavernous chasm could slide down a baseball bat, and he’d have to in order to get squirting again.

Hermione has done this many, many times to earn her reputation. It’s odd being so good at what you do that the only ones aware you can do it are your fervent disciples. Ron needs at least three ducks in him at once now, or just Hermione’s. She wonders what her sluts would do if she merely asked them, probably almost anything. Ron’s cervix bends around her cock and stays stretched. Ron’s old cock could have fit straight through that ring without grazing the sides.

The massive she-cock distorts more than just his body, Ron feels like Hermione’s rod shoots all the way up his spine and punctures his brain, scrambling his thoughts like his head is in a blender. More and more he is filled with her manhood, both physically and mentally. Even if he could finger himself anymore, his only thought during it would be of getting fucked by Hermione again, of worshipping her hugeness so that she might take pity and **** him hole by hole until there was nothing left of him. A broken smile slants across his tipsy face as he’s stretched again. He’ll never cum without her, and he’ll never want to.

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