Fleur arched her back, grinding her hips and cunt into Gabrielle as she groaned in pleasure. "You know I love eet, chere." she moaned between breaths.
By this time, Fleur had opened her eyes to watch her little sister above her, riding her. She watched as Gabrielle's perfect mane of hair was tossed back. She always loved Gabrielle's hair.
The sound of her body against Gabrielle's drove Fleur insane as she bucked into Gabrielle's motions, her cunt rubbing firmly against the younger Delacour's. She knew if her sister kept this up, she wouldn't last much longer.