Gabrielle shrugged. She wasn’t the older sister. She said her piece. Since the other topic they tried to discuss had gone over so badly, the younger Delacour wasn’t about to create another reason for a spat between them. Besides, that would kill her mood…
She gasped as she was pressed against the door. She pushed down on Fleur’s hand that was between her legs. Moaning softly, she grinned. “We do…I wonder what I will do when you are gone?” she mused, already planning evil things.
Gabrielle looking into Fleur’s eyes. “I told you what we are going to do for me,” Gabrielle purred. “I want to feel your cunt rubbing against mine. I am so wet, Fleur. I ‘ave been all dinner.” She knew that Fleur could feel it.
Looking at her robes, Gabrielle laughed. “Are you reliving your days at school?” she teased, knowing Fleur had gotten into the robes of more than a few girls while at school. Her hands moved u p to thread into Fleur’s hair and she gently pulled her head back and ravished her neck.