“Either of you girls hungry?” Lavender’s response was a simple, ‘huh?’
“No you aren’t,” his wife mumbled. She tied the scarf in place and rolled across his lap. When he could finally gather enough strength to lift his head again, the girls were involved in a deep, wet kiss and Hermione was smearing a drop of semen across Lavender’s cheek. “Let me go wake him up first,” Hermione said in a conspiratorial tone. I think I have better taste than that.” She smiled at him. “Scream for me Lavender, let me hear you,” he growled. Ron cleared his head, and slid into her with a slap of skin on skin. I might miss something.” Lavender stifled a snicker; he was such a boy. “Then, you will follow the sound of my bells.” As much as he wanted to grab her and take her right here in the chair, he knew how much she was enjoying this.
