HP John Snape

Chapter 89 Snape Extra (End)

Snape found it impossible to ignore the feeling in his chest now.

He couldn't concentrate on breaking free from the rope - all he wanted to do now was to lift his chest up and let the two points that were hit by pleasure rub more against the shirt or the rope.

A blush formed on his cheeks, and he couldn't help his breathing becoming rapid. Some sweaty black hair hangs down on both sides.

He wants more.

No - what he wants to do is not to indulge in desire, but to escape from it.

Snape used Occlumency with difficulty.

After a few seconds, his dark eyes finally turned from blurred to empty.

Snape's breathing gradually became steady...reason returned to him.

"Is this what John wants to see?" He pursed his lips in fear.

Although his expression had returned to a cold and serious expression, there were still two blushes on Snape's pale cheeks that had not faded.

——Snape didn't know that his contrasting look was even more attractive.

He felt that he should change his approach - accumulate power for a longer period of time, and then struggle less often. This way it will be less easy to get caught up in those unbearable feelings.

Snape slowly raised his waist bit by bit, and gradually adjusted his body into an anti-arch arc as much as possible - he vowed to exercise well after getting out of trouble, so that his limbs would not become stiff like in this situation. It’s so hard!

He hung his neck weakly, and his black hair crossed his face and fell on his shoulders.

But Snape didn't care. He only concentrated on clenching his fists, twisting his wrists, and trying his best to get free. Even the supporting legs and shoulders were overwhelmed and became sore.

No more strength again -

Snape sighed silently, relaxed his whole body, and let himself fall back on the bed feebly.

"Uh-!" Before his lips and teeth could close in time, Snape couldn't help but let out a gasp from his throat.

He almost forgot that there was something stuffed behind him! A... a long, thick rod.

Just now, he let himself fall back on the bed, hit the thing, pushed the rod in, and suddenly entered a deeper place.

——That directly touched a sensitive place.

A storm-like intense pleasure suddenly hit him from deep inside his body, and with just this moment, he couldn't control his reaction.

But those strings were loyally entangled where they should be, pulling and binding, not letting him hang down or lifting him up, keeping them halfway up.

Fortunately, Snape only had some reactions now, and his desire was not completely awakened. He could barely endure this level, but if it were more, he couldn't imagine how painful it would be.

Snape was afraid to move again.

He felt that the most important task now had to be changed - he needed to take out the toy at the back first.

Snape slowly turned a small part of his body, trying his best to pretend that the waves of pleasure in front of him did not exist. He tried to curl his legs again, this time to get his hands closer to his hips.

——Well, he was now glad that his hands were tied below his waist instead of above his head, which provided him with convenience.

Snape's face tightened in shame, and he turned his fingers to spread his back. He closed his eyes unbearably and tried to take out the thing with his other hand.