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Snape heavily breathe. The first Rose has ever seen her old professor looks nervous. He usually held an impeccable aura of cold of stoic. Rose's small hand grabs one of his forearms through the black cloak, wondering about her teacher's thoughts.

Snape said. "I shouldn't."

Rose stared up at her hawk like a teacher. "But you must. We can't have you lying to our dark lord can we."

Snape nod a slight one. "If we must. I... I haven't slept with anyone since that... that... Traumatic night. I may be a little rusty." An almost boyish body language overtaking the potion master.

Rose said unbuttoning the sleek black cloak. The fabric makes contact with the floor beneath them. Snape only in muggle underwear. The wizarding world may don't believe in their dumb medical nonsense, but they did love the invention of keeping one's privates, privates. A soft bulge in the black underwear trousers reveals itself.

Rose feminine fighting thoughts wondering what sheer size would be demonstrated before her in a few minutes. But her old self selfishly wanted to jerk him off quickly and finishes with her wretched terrible old potion master. But Rose let her female double agent side win out.

She took off the ancient grey cloak full of nicks and slashes that Bellatrix gave her after staying the night with her. Nothing happens, besides the dark mistress provoking a finger to linger around Roses's pucker anal cavity during their nights of cuddles. Rose's tits and smooth snatch reveal toward the man her dad used to bully.

Snape said snapping Rose back to reality. "You... You have some nice tits. Can I touch them?"

Does Rose continue down this route with her professor?

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