It was shiny, and not in an expensive-looking way. “Is that Muggle?”
“Adapted,” Hermione said, grinning a little nastily. “But yes.” She pushed Pansy onto the rickety hotel bed and murmured, “you'll beg for it.”
“Like fuck - ”
Hermione distracted her with sucking kisses and cruel nips, working them both up, before she pressed the thing between Pansy's legs. She felt it vibrate.
Pansy shrieked and twitched her hips away; Hermione followed, relentless. The vibrations shuddered through Pansy's cunt until she was aching and whining and desperate.
“Adapted,” Hermione said, grinning a little nastily. “But yes.” She pushed Pansy onto the rickety hotel bed and murmured, “you'll beg for it.”
“Like fuck - ”
Hermione distracted her with sucking kisses and cruel nips, working them both up, before she pressed the thing between Pansy's legs. She felt it vibrate.
Pansy shrieked and twitched her hips away; Hermione followed, relentless. The vibrations shuddered through Pansy's cunt until she was aching and whining and desperate.
“You want to get fucked by this Muggle thing?”
“Please.”