Hannah didn't mean to compare Neville to Anton so much, but she couldn't help it: Anton was all she knew, and when he said he was about to finish, Hannah knew to brace herself because here he comes. But with Neville...well...she waited. For a second more...and then a few more... His body was so tense, and he was straightening his entire upper body like an arrow, she was a little confused. He said he was close?!
Inside of herself, Hannah frowned. Well. She knew one thing--of course, the last time she did that one thing, Anton nearly knocked out her front tooth in excitement, and that was the end of that, but Neville was so different, so... With another breath through her nose, Hannah moved her hand from the base of the shaft and found his balls, giving them a squeeze--and praying, dear Merlin, please--let her teeth stay in place?