Before McGonagall could even thank the twins for their creamy loads and start fucking them again, Fred had picked up his wand.
‘Stupefy!’ Fred shouted, pointing his wand at McGonagall before she could reach out to keep jacking off George’s softening cock. If he hadn’t stunned her, McGonagall would have simply continued to fuck them for hours and hours until the perfume they had used on her finally wore itself out. Needless to say, the twins had things to do and another classroom of students would be arriving within a few minutes. Fred and George got dressed, packed up their camera and carried McGonagall’s limp cum-covered naked body over to the nearest closet. There would be questions to her whereabouts, but as long as they didn’t find her unconscious naked body, the twins were confident everybody would assume she had fallen ill. When McGonagall woke up from being stunned, the effects of the potion would most likely have abated. She would be disoriented and confused but the twins were quite sure that she wouldn’t report what had happened to her in order to maintain her rigid appearance in front of both the staff and students.
‘She is going to be pissed when she sees these pictures in the calendar!’ George murmure...