My Steamy Story: Bratty Hermione, girlfriend of Harry Pot...

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Okay, so we were at the Potters' for dinner, and I was being a little brat, okay? No cap, I was being extra AF about the roast being dry, just to get a rise out of Harry. But it was his dad, James, who finally snapped. He gave me this look—like, pure vibe—and just scooped me up over his shoulder. “Time for a talk, young lady,” he growled, and carried me straight to his bedroom.

He tossed me on the bed, and I tried to give him some sass, like “You can’t handle me,” but he just pinned my wrists. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Hermione,” he murmured, his voice all husky. His hand slid under my skirt, his fingers finding my soaking wet pussy through my panties. “All this attitude… and you’re this wet for me?” I was shook, but so turned on. He ripped my panties off and plunged his thick cock inside me, no warning. I gasped, “Oh, fuck, James!” as he pounded into me, his grip bruising on my hips. “Take it, you brat,” he grunted, and I came so hard, seeing stars. He kept going, filling my bratty womb with his cum until I felt so full, like a little balloon. Sheesh. I was totally wrecked.