Thirty seconds ago Hermione would have said she couldn’t possibly come again, but gazing down at Draco on his knees before her, pumping his cock as he stared up at her hopefully, she knew she absolutely could. She scooted back on the bed, her head resting on the pillows as she spread her legs wide in invitation. Draco eagerly climbed on top of her, both of them sighing as he pressed into her. "How are you always this tight, this perfect?" he groaned as he buried himself, grinding down as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 