Lavender smiled and chuckled, though it was a tight and strangled sound due to the fingers curled around her neck. Wanting to be bratty, she shrugged. “You…are…all right,” she teased, though her motivation was totally transparent. “There are those…that have…made me wetter…though.” She had to hide a smile behind her hand quickly; such an outlandish lie almost made her laugh. Though, she hoped to evoke just a tiny bit of jealousy in Fleur so they might play with it because Lavender loved it when she got possessive.
The fingers twisting inside her aching cunt left Lavender too distracted to pick up on anything from Fleur’s comments. “Heard…a few…people talk?” she asked, amused that Fleur had likely heard a few things about her sister with some people that she probably didn’t want to hear.
Her face was a deep red and she felt her cunt clench down on Fleur’s fingers. She was just starting to see stars when she cried out, but no sound came. Lightly, she tapped Fleur’s arm. When she took a deep breath, Lavender came harder than she ever had in her life.
Gasping and panting, Lavender slumped back and almost feinted as she tried to come down.