Lisa would have fleur at a disadvantage all the time if she could, but she knew Veelas liked taking on a dominant role every now and then. Nipping her neck again, her hips thrusted fast into the blonde, their clits bumping against each other more often than not.
"Your sister is crying." Lisa mentioned, though she knew what Fleur was likely to say. She should at least let her know. She figured her sister's patience for the smaller Veela was up...
Grabbing Fleur's leg, she rested it on her shoulder, spreading the blonde more. Too bad for Fleur, the blonde couldn't play with her nipples anymore.