Lavender had not realized, until it came rushing out, that she’d been holding her breath. She couldn’t even imagine the idea of someone treating Fleur like this. Though, now that it was happening, she found it so incredibly hot.
If Lavender had ever smirked at Fleur like that, she was sure the expression would have been lightly slapped off her face; which, of course, she would have loved. But Gabrielle seemed to be mocking her with the expression.
“Oh soeur,” Gabrielle purred. “We both know zhat is not true. I can take you like zhis without zee ropes. I just want to assure zhat Lavender gets a good view of it.”
Lavender’s gaze followed Gabrielle as she got on the bed and stretched like a cat to slink over to position herself between Fleur’s legs. “Do you want to see me take ‘er?” Gabrielle purred to Lavender while her eyes remained locked on Fleur’s. Lavender whimpered and nodded emphatically.
With one motion, Gabrielle thrust inside Fleur before setting a rapid pace that made their bodies slap together.