Draco reached up and held her waist. His eyes were drawn from where they were connected, up to her bouncing tits, and to her tiny mouth that let out hot puffs of breath as she rode him. She continued to mutter to herself and he felt a possessive urge to silence her. He gripped her waist tighter and removed himself from her warmth so he could press on top of her. Her legs folded up until her knees were inches from the mattress. He was actually surprised she was so flexible. "My turn Princess."