Then I put on some oven mitts, picked up my pot, grabbed the bottle of wine under my arm, and walked next door to Phillip's cottage. I rang the bell. ... heard some barking, and Phillip opened the door."Gail?" Phillip was clearly surprised. "What are you doing here?" He opened the door and I walked inside."Could you get the wine, please?" I asked. "I'm about to drop it."He grabbed the wine. I could see where his kitchen was, so I walked into it. He followed me."I'm returning your quahogs," I. I knew youd like it. She says with a smirk. She begins to gently lick the head, while still rubbing her breasts against his shaft. On her face, she looks as if she loves the experience. But in her mind, Lois is having second thoughts. This is so good. She thinks. But I shouldnt be this horny. I just had sex with Peter 2 days ago. Oh God&hellip,could I be a nympho? As she thinks this, she becomes wetter than shes ever been before. She wants to finger herself again, but she remembers this is for. I fucked her harder and shoved deeper, trying to shove myself into her soft enveloping tightness bringing a tingle of delight shooting through his balls as I drove deep and as hard as possible. Faster and faster. The sexual friction was making the hair on my arms and legs stand out. "O-Oh God," she gasped as straining my cock forward into her with all the strength of my hips and thighs. She was moaning incoherently. The smooth, velvet folds of her vagina held me, squeezing tightly around my. For all the name calling and persecution of Hermione because of her heritage, Malfoy couldn’t help but admit to how much he wanted the hot little Mudblood at this point. Malfoy pulled off his own sweater and shirt before getting on his own knees and sticking his face in her pussy. Malfoy stuck his long tongue as deep into her pussy as possible as his hands found her waist and held Hermione still while he continued to eat her out.‘Mmmm… mmmm!’ moaned Hermione, as she felt Malfoy’s tongue pierce.