Hermione whimpered and twitched, her rosebud felt so full and she knew she was wetter than she had ever been before. She twisted and knotted herded against him as she came down from her quaking. She felt incrediably sensative and twisted away from her nerve endings being so on end. She couldn't believe she had come that hard from what he had been doing.
Hermione blinked up from hiding place in the crook of his shoulder a good couple of moments after her hand snaked around to find his cock again, her brown eyes dark with lust. Stroking his cock she shifted herself slightly, spreading her leg up and over his waist, her soaked pussy brushing the head of his swollen cock. "Please," she begged shamelessly. She needed him to fuck her through the bed but felt like she couldn't string sentences together. Hermione didn't take her eyes off of his.