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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 18, 2007 18:44:17 GMT -5
Helena squealed excitedly as he pulled her back to him and snuggled to him savoring this closeness of his body. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head when he pressed his lips to her neck. “Mm Des …” She said in a low whisper as her body trembled slightly with pleasure.
“I think you know, Mon Amour Foncé (My Dark Love)” She whispered back, her blood red lips curling in a mischievous smile. She ignored the professor’s shouting as she looped herself back around Destrane.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 18, 2007 18:46:41 GMT -5
Destrane chuckled darkly and stood slowly, carefully pulling Cricket with him so she could stand. His expression was full of amusement. "Oh well, I'll just have a nice talk with Dumblebores portrait on the way to detention. He is so lovely to talk to when he isn't off fucking those who are just toys to him," his voice was low as he stared at the Professor meaningfully.
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Post by Minerva McGonagall on Dec 18, 2007 19:12:07 GMT -5
"Get out!" Minerva gripped the back of her chair her knuckles turning white. How dare he bring up Albus. that boy knew nothing about what had happened...
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 18, 2007 19:38:50 GMT -5
“Awww poor little kitty, I do think you upset her, Dessi.” Helena’s voice dripped with cruelty before wrapping herself around again, looking coldly at the teacher. She teasingly slip her hand down the front on his pants, stopping just at the waist hem on his boxers.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 18, 2007 19:50:28 GMT -5
Destrane smirked at Helena. "Don't start something I'm going to have to finish, my dear," he growled in her ear, pushing her out of the room before attacking her lips once more, laughing darkly. "Mine,"
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