Very slowly she pushed a lubricated finger into her pussy, savoring the sensation as it slid, painfully slow, over her g-spot, and just as slowly she slid it out again, rubbing it against her clit as she did so. “Stick out your tongue,” ordered Future Hermione, leaning over her face close enough that their breasts were pressed together. Sex She moaned as the tongue was firmly pressed against her hole, she worked to relax her muscles, guessing at her rapist’s intentions; she wasn’t wrong. She wanted to feel it drip over her lips and spill onto her chest as he continued to orgasm. Her body fell limply forward, the hand brush still buried in her pussy now sticking up in the air. Deciding it was about time she did a little decision-making for a change, Hermione of the present made a quick move while her future self was raising up for another thrust, and moved her tongue between her ass cheeks so that when Future Hermione came down her 8 inch tongue was buried to the hilt in her shit hole. She felt her rapist’s tongue lightly run up her crack, sending shivers down her spine, and then back down where it grazed the lips of her pussy.
