"You?" Lavender grinned impishly. "Oh me, don't we have an ego?" She had to fight off a giggle. No one had ever made her as wet as Fleur; not even close. But, she enjoyed the idea of being bratty because Fleur might "punish" her more.
"Oh, she does like Gabrielle, though she is terrified of her, I think," Lavender told her. "She doesn't usually go for birds. Gabrielle is the first. So, she is a little scared by it." She shrugged. "I am sure she won't be disappointed when she gives in if Gabrielle is half as talented as her sister."
Lavender made a soft sound as she was slowly denied air. She squirmed as Fleur had her wicked way with her arching cunt. Wanting to get a reaction out of Fleur, she continued to rub her naked thigh against her folds firmly.