Sara held a grin of triumph at Daphne's moan as she held her red locks tight. Feeling her fellow Slytherin squirm for the phallus, she pulled it back and ran it over Daphne's folds, covering it in her arousal.
Hearing Daphne concede to her calling her names, Sara groaned into Daphne's neck. She had always loved to talk dirty like that and loved how wanton it sounded on Daphne's lips. "You want to be my little slut? Do you want to be mine? Tell me, Daphne..."
Letting Daphne whimper for a few moments more, Sara finally gave in. With a quick thrust, moast of the phallus made it's way into Daphne's cunt.