Draco’s hard length pressed against Pansy’s tummy. Taking both her wrists in one hand, Draco slid the other one down her neck and over her breast. Roughly, he groped one breast then the other. Pinching her nipples lightly through her blouse, Draco kept teasing her mercilessly.
“Something wrong?” he purred against her lips.
His hand trailed down to the hem of Pansy’s skirt and dipped it under her skirt. Palming her sex through her knickers, Draco moved it in small, firm circles. He moaned into the kiss as he felt Pansy’s folds splay under the pressure.
“You seem to be quite randy, love,” Draco teased lightly as he ducked to the right to take her earlobe between his lips.