Michael let out a loud moan as he buried his cock into the wet and tight pussy of Hermione Granger. Michael himself was 24, tall with an average build and short brown hair that wore glasses. He was a grad student living in a single bedroom apartment in NYC while attending NYU. Still, while he was coming back from getting coffee one day, this girl had showed up in his room.
He wasn't sure how...but she looked exactly like Emma Watson but claimed to be Hermione Granger...it had taken awhile to figure out but after explaining things, it seemed the actual Hermione had gotten transported to what Michael called the "real" world. He offered to let her stay at his place until they could try and figure out how to get her back...but until she could get a job here...she had to pay rent in someway...so he convinced her to let him partake in her body.
Now, he was slamming into her from behind, his hips slapping against her bare ass and making it jiggle as one hand groped at her breast, squeezing it and causing her flesh to mold against his digits.
"How is it, Hermione? You like my cock inside you, don't you?" He whispered hotly, nibbling and sucking on her earlobe as he pounded into her, eager to hear her reaction.<|im_end|>
Let's just say waking up in a room you don't recognize is insane. Hermione felt as if she were still dreaming in her bed in the girls dormitory, but everything became all too real as she didn't wake up after several attempts. Being called Emma was not the best moment of her life either. No girl liked being called the wrong name. It was degrading, however, Michael had just seemed confused. Luckily for her he had been willing to sort it out, but just like magic his help came with a price and apparently his price was her.
Kneeling here on this lumpy mattress was not the best of standards, but it could have been far worse, especially since her magic did not seem to be working. His grip tightened on her breast, dragging a small moan from her lips. Her neck and breasts were very sensitive. Biting her lip, the girl dug her fingers into the sheet, tugging on it as he pounded into her. "Bloody hell Michael. Your cock feels so good." She moaned. Most of it was for his benefit, but in honesty it felt amazing.
Hermione arched her back as he pounded away into her pussy, knowing he liked it when she got more vocal. "Fuck me Michael. Make me cum." She begged him, knowing that the sooner she came the sooner he would follow, then he would shove his cock into her mouth and make her suck it clean. Their little ritual had become habit to the point where she could predict every action that was going to happen.<|im_end|>