All right, put your hands on your back. Gryffindors make terrible spies. He stretched his arms over his head and took a moment to appreciate his dirty treasure chest Draco realized this would be hard for her, probably harder than the whole act itself, so he gave a little. The fabric of Malfoy's trousers rubbed against her naked ass. He grinned above her and swatted again, fascinated by the way her pale backside flattened and then came back, bearing a red copy of his palm.
Do you need to feel your pussy filled?
The Perfect Companion *Dramione*
Her fingers traced the pulse in his neck and wove into his hair. The Slow Road It felt incredible and she pushed back, wanting more, and mortified at her own perversion. He locked his hands on her arms. And yet, not jumping wasn't an option. Your eyes are rolling back in your head, sweetheart. Draco felt his cock harden even more than it's already painful state as he scanned over her round ass propped up into the air before him as though it was an offering.