Gabrielle spun around slowly, leaving her wet folds pressed to Fleur’s tummy. “I get zhat from my sister,” she purred in response. Leaning in, she ran her tongue over Fleur’s lips mixing the tastes of their arousal.
Rolling her lips, she continued to rub herself against Fleur’s tummy. Kissing Fleur deeper, she moved to rub herself against Fleur’s side and even her hip. It was so hot to do something so lewd and dirty…
“Do you feel ‘ow wet you’ve made me?”
Still kissing her, she murmurred. "So, now zhat we 'ave missed dinner, should we go to zee kitchens and get some food? Zhen...you can tell me where I might find your little Quidditch star?"