Before he could start walking back to the school and to more privacy, Hermione stopped him by grabbing his hard cock through his pants. Just as Ron admired his handiwork, both he and Hermione heard footsteps approaching the back exit of the tent. Ron didn’t even hesitate as he drove three inches of his shaft into her tight opening, causing both to groan in pain and pleasure. ‘What just happened Harry?’ Hermione said, struggling to her feet looking queasy. Harry brutally used Hermione’s mouth like his personal fuck-hole, with his balls slapping against her chin for a good two minutes until his balls began to tighten up and the desire to release overpowered him. Harry already knew he would have to get past a dragon, so instead of really paying attention, he decided to stare at the gorgeous Fleur Delacour, who was wearing the sluttiest clothes he had ever seen.
