Every inch of Draco’s cock sent a ripple of pleasure through her as he withdrew slowly, leaving her gaping in his absence. Hermione clenched onto nothing, hearing her own cunt’s wet pucker as she pulled her legs back, then stretched them out to ease the ache in her knees. In the absence of their cocks and hands, Hermione could feel every biting edge against her body, every burn of her muscles, the dryness of her throat.