He felt her teeth scrape him lightly, but not so much to be a serious problem, yet. “Think you can get up again?” Hermione whispered to Harry as she tried to slither a hand under him. xxx “End of fourth year, at King’s Cross,” she answered. “I’m all right, you?” he asked. Their kiss was light, more like brushing their lips over one another. She rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over her slit several times, until the head was covered in her juices. “Not yet,” she answered. Ron rolled over and perched himself above her. When at last her lips found his again, they moved together in soft unhurried movements. Harry began calling out, saying he was getting close.
