When she heard the fact that she was being punished, Fleur felt almost like a little kid again, or at least, the younger of the two sisters. It sent a rush down her spine.
At what her sister was making her do, making her wait, Fleur made a sound that, it she was anyone other than Fleur Delacour, would be labeled as a whimper. But of course it must have been something else because Fleur Delacour does not whimper.
"Vous êtes diabolique, soeur..." she moaned. You are evil...
Fleur moaned as her tongue continued to taste her sister's arousal from the panties. Her hips bucked as Gabrielle pushed her hands deeper. Her sister's tongue on the other side of the fabric only caused her to moan more and move her hips to take the fingers in and hit all the right spots.
"Oui,oui...Je veux vous goûter si mal. ..and baise vous jusqu'à ce que vous criez mon nom... " she moaned into the panties, her lips running over the fabric. I want to taste you so badly...and fuck you until you scream my name...