The moment his lips pressed into her vaginal lips, Hermione’s hips arched upwards, Draco trained well enough to follow his mistress’s movement without being told. She could feel his pillowy lips wrap around the left labia outside her cunt and suckle for a moment, making her cry out in pleasure before he released her with an audible popping noise. She shivered as her body took immense pleasure in having her pet’s mouth on her, her nipples tightening into rough peaks on her chest. She took a minute to massage them with the hand that wasn’t still buried in Draco’s silky, blonde locks.