There were few things in the world that Snape could honestly say he was ashamed of. He did not find his cruel demeanor to be a hindrance nor did he show any remorse in his daily unwarranted insults towards his students but this, he thought as his hand moved to touch the hardness between his legs. This was shame.
Closing his eyes he tried to think of something unerotic. A new potion to create or the stack of ungraded papers on his desk but all of that disappeared the moment her smile made its way inside his head. A set of well formed pearls gleaming beneath dark almond shaped eyes that studied him with interest. "Papers" Snape reminded himself out loud. "Books and papers and..."and the way her breast lifted and fell beneath her uniform's blouse as she breathed.
Unbuttoning his pants the man allowed his aching member freedom from its tight confines as he stroked the sensitive skin. It was too late to stop himself now and so the man fell into submission as he allowed his usual fantasy to take him.
Angelina was spread out on his desk allowing his hand to slide between her panty less legs as he slid a finger into her. She moaned at the action while Snape looked on in curiosity his finger continuing slow movements in and out as his thumb played with the bundle of nerves above her opening. When this proved not to be enough he would take his seat pulling her towards his mouth. He would taste her and in the day dream she always tasted like the chocolate her skin resembled but somehow Snape knew she tasted much sweeter.
By this point Snapes erection was just as hard as his real one and with little time to spare within his fantasy he then pushed himself slowly into the woman in and out of her wet heat untill a rythme had been created. After a few minutes she would then tighten around him and he would groan at the feeling of her squeezing him until he came.
Opening his eyes Snape snatched a handkerchief off his desk cleaning the after effects of his latest indiscretion. Tucking himself away he straightened his clothes. Before looking back at the small stack of papers at the end of his desk. Yes. This was shame. But not enough to make him stop.