Hermione closed her eyes and ignored him, rubbing herself slowly. Draco slowed to a grind, buried deep inside her. His thick cock stroked against a ridge inside her, coiling that pleasure tighter and tighter within. Wetness pooled. He measured his pace, continuing to grind against that ridge, and Hermione felt her thoughts unravel, focusing only on how full she was, that delicious point of contact inside her, her fingers still rubbing away. 