HERMIONE?

"The brightest witch of her age...hmmpphh don't make laugh, more like the sexiest bitch of her age (which is 18), you were too easy to catch, your trusting nature betrayed you mudblood" massaging Hermione's 'perfectly shaped' tits through her white Hogwarts shirt as she groans: If it was consensual on her part it would be okay, however she finds her body immobilized & paralyzed...a victim of the 'Petrificus Totalus' Curse she's been incapacitated her body stiff as a board!

Only able to see, hear, smell, AND FEEL what is happening to her the witch is nervous now...very nervous, blindfolded...unable to see 'where she is' Hermione's three senses of touch, smell, and hearing remain, the only question is 'WHO TOOK HER' KNOWING 'THE WHY' feeling hands exploring her hips and ass before settling on her 30B ample full knockers; Fearing what comes next the witch detects fingers unbuttoning her Hogwarts shirt, from the top down slowly to prolong the antipation and nervousness growing in Hermione's svelte voluptuous figure.

As Hermione's fear and uneasiness grow larger so does her enslavers manhood, she feels something rubbing up & down on her panties making her 'foufounette' soaking wet, her captor stops after the 3rd button watching her nipples get hard from the cold air: Once hard the witch feels a wetness on her nipples....teats.....mamilla's, her captor's tongue...its abrasive rough texture wondering who it is, 'obviously a male' she thinks

After a minute or two her kidnapper resumes taking her shirt off before tracing the outline of Hermione's thin yet beckoning lips, "Aperium os tuum.....open your mouth", the witch feels her lips parting like the Red Sea, "latius....wider" feeling her mouth stretched to its breaking point as he lowers a cock into it: "Circumda labia tua circa eam...wrap your lips around it" her kisser closing