Katie's look of disgust lingered but Sarah smirked as she walked by her sister, unable to help herself. She was going to shag one of Quidditch's greats and she was definitely okay with that. They were finally alone and as soon as his attention was on her, she arched into his touch, enjoying the feel of his lips on her neck. She noticed he had yet to bother with her lips but she wasn't going to complain. Not when she was about to feel the great, Marcus Flint thrusting inside of her.
Sarah was tiny and she was slight in Marcus's arms. When her dress was removed, she stood there, completely naked before him, not having bothered with knickers. She wanted her own pure-blood bloke and Marcus Flint would do just fine. Moaning loudly, Sarah arched into him, wanting his touch. "Hurry," she murmured, fingers moving to unzip his fly, noting the bard bulge straining against his trousers. "Fuck me."