"You may fuck her mouth," Tom directed Severus, and the man scrambled to obey. He crawled like a dog to Hermione, his movements twisting the silk sheets. Hermione lifted her head, licking her lips at the sight of Severus’ erection, wanting to taste him. There was an intimacy about giving head that she ached for, nothing the same after Lucius had left her. Severus’ cock was long and girthy, his head weeping at the sight of her pouting lips.  