Pansy let out a soft sigh as she finally sat down on the floor. She grinned at him, an exhausted, fully sated grin that made her feel entirely too happy.
"I never knew you could do that," she whispered, reaching over to wipe off his chin with the end of her tie. "But you're quite good at it."
She shifted, her hand moving to brush the bulge in his trousers. "Now, do you want me to do something about this? Or would you rather handle it yourself? I think I'd rather like watching you stroke yourself."