She pouted. "Just your hands?" Minerva asked, bending over him and flicking her tongue over the tip of his cock. "How disappointing," she teased.
"Plenty of practice," she murmured, stroking him slow and long. "I was quite the ambitious witch. Snogged my first bloke when I was ten. Gave my first handjob when I was twelve," Minerva informed him, grinning. "Are you shocked?"