Potter and McGonagall
"Flirt with me you kinky gran" said Harry. "Mr Potter!" shrieked Professor McGonagall "give me a chance to moisten up…". "I canee wait m'lady" smirked harry with a raunchy sense of delight. His eyes searched her body for imperfections. He found none. From the crust between her toes to the wavy grey hair he loved to pull so dearly whilst riding balls deep inside her. She was his perfect wild animal.
He caught her glance at him, as if to check that he was still under her seductive power. She loved to see him under her spell, and he knew it. He softly licked his lips as he grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her into him.
As the kissing intensified, she broke free from him. "Harry-" she gasped, "Harry it's dripping down my thighs already! Let me go and change into something more comfortable". He let her go. For now. He knew what that meant. The professor was more than very comfortable in her own skin, especially when her chosen one was around. He return the favour whilst awaiting her return; removing first his robes, then his shirt and vest, then his trousers.
The door swung open to reveal his magical pleasure stood there stark naked. But not for long; she leapt onto him like a tiger onto prey. He ran his hands in all the places he could reach, rubbing a little where he knew she liked. Swiftly he flipped her onto her back and let the solid end of his shaft massage her clitoris through his underwear. She pushed him back and tore off his boxers; unleashing his solid rod. She reached for it but he threw her back before burying his face between her legs, lapping all the juice he could find. There was not a dry patch on her when he was finished.
She pulled him back up to her face and they engaged in passionate kissing until Harry broke free to stare into her eyes as he slipped his throbbing hard-on into her tight slit. She let out a deep moan. Harry only used it as encouragement and carried on stretching out her tight passage.