“We made out a bit and he played with my boobs and I gave him a hand job, but then he went down on me and I swear, it was the best I ever had.”
“Better than Oliver?”
“Better than Oliver,” Pavarti said smugly. Hermione Granger was not the type of girl to sleep around. She laughed to herself. Dean? She planted little kisses up and down his shaft, eliciting soft groans from Krum. Before Hermione had a chance to start sucking him off, Draco took the back off Hermione’s head and shoved all six inches into her throat. She decided to put her hair up and she had paid extra attention to her makeup. None of the few students in the library had wandered to the vacant area but the idea hadn’t been pushed out of her mind. “We made out a bit and he played with my boobs and I gave him a hand job, but then he went down on me and I swear, it was the best I ever had.”
“Better than Oliver?”
“Better than Oliver,” Pavarti
