Peeked through the door and caught Hermione with a teacher she shouldn’t be touching. Dress hiked up, legs spread wide on that old wooden chair from the study room. Thick thighs trembling as he slams into her from behind—no lube needed when she was wet like this already. She knew someone was watching but pretends not to notice as he flips her onto all fours again. Tits bouncing against his chest while he holds her hips down hard enough for it to hurt good. ‘You’re so small,’ he growls between thrusts before pulling out just long enough to make sure she sees what she did. Messy cumshot across those pristine school books—nowhere near done.
