Muriel hadn't expected removing herself from him to be a conscious event. It never was with the sex she was used to - unless you deliberately tried to stop it from happening, it just did - but she supposed, here, with all the preparation it had taken to get in, it stood to reason that pulling out would also need to be gentle. She was glad she'd waited for him to prompt her.
It was quite a sight, watching every inch of purple cock as it slipped out of him and marvelling at how long it was - just how much he'd taken in. She sighed when she was finally out of him. Could barely feel the cock at all, now, but without him around it she could feel its weight against the harness in places that she hadn't even noticed it rubbing a little.
It was quick work to loosen the straps and wriggle it down over her hips, extending her legs for George to help her off with it, then laying it aside. "I think I'll clean that myself, later. Don't know quite what the house elf would make of it." She chuckled.
Moving closer to George, she kissed him again. "That was...I've never felt anything like it. And you were quite beautiful writhing on me like that."