Lesbian Route

…10…11…12… Hermione licks her lips to keep from drooling, struggling to keep count of the turns while her mind is bombarded with images of what she imagines her mommy’s perfect young cunny looks like, smells like, tastes like… She shakes her head and mentally scolds herself for losing count. Was that 18 turns or 19? Whichever the case, she can afford to be a couple hours off… maybe that’s how she convinces herself it’s okay to continue daydreaming about this.

Hermione’s own slit has been leaking for a while now, clenched right between her supple thighs. Her panties are damp with incestuous lust, and they only grow damper with every click and shiff of the time turner, marking another hour closer to that enticing familial body.