“I did enjoy it,” Lavender whimpered, looking at Fleur through half lidded eyes. “I enjoyed it so much. Did you see how wet you made me?” She traced her fingers around her folds and got her fingers really wet.
Fleur was almost too far away for her to touch; almost. She took both her hands and ran them over Fleur’s naked thighs leaving trails of wetness. Smirking naughtily, she brought her hands back to her folds.
Stroking herself, she was already so close. “Do you want me to come for you, Professor?” Lavender’s tone was whimpering and weak. “I want to… You make me so randy…”
“Please let me come for you,” Lavender moaned. “Don’t you want to see me moan for you?”