Tiny Teen Treated Rough – A Petite Slut Pounded Hard

Suddenly, there was a sparkle of blue light from behind one of the smaller red-hooded Death Eaters. “Not so brave now! XXX Professor McGonagall reached up and adjusted her glasses. Aunt Petunia’s chair was already in tatters. Sure,” he said with a tinge of sarcasm, extinguishing the candles above his bed leaving only the candle on Harry’s desk flickering. He almost pulled his wand, before he realized it was Cho. “I guess after the Dementors suck our souls out, we’ll make for a nice midnight snack!”
There was a long, low growl at the back door, and then a sudden large crash against the wood. Behind them were another dozen or so brooms. Stepping from the embers, he brushed a bit of ash from his sleeves, and found himself alone in the living room.