Harry did not know, why his meeting with the professor was necessary? An uncertainty was written on his face. xxx but now nobody doubted it more than Harry himself. He realized, he was more nervous now than he was on yesterday. The swelling of Professor’s cock was not dwindling and he was constantly thrusting inside the ass trying to further damage the already destroyed ass ring. Now Harry unfastened Prof’s jeans and pushed the down to his feet along with the underwear. Prof Dean slipped his hands around to cup Harry’s ass globes, his fingers swiftly slipping between his asshole making Harry’s cock throb and jump. Harry could hardly control his scream while his hips stroked back on the length. Professor’s lips were touching Harry’s, making him melt altogether.
