Draco felt a ghost of a smirk lifting the corners of his mouth as he dragged his tongue upwards, a shadow of his former self peeking through as he imagined himself fucking his mistress from behind, a firm grip on her round ass as she called his name from her "o" shaped lips. He imagined the softness of her body under his leaner, harder one as he took her from the front, burying himself to the hilt, feeling her hot, panting breaths on his collar bone before she bit down, hard, making them both cum in an instant. Draco shuddered, his tongue wiggling just enough against his mistress to pull a groan from her lips and Draco found his smirk broadening at the tips.