Hermione keened, worried for a moment that she might pass out from sheer pleasure. She threw back her head, eyes closed, and rode him as hard as she could. Malfoy matched her stroke for stroke, his thumb drawing tight circles between her legs as he urged her on. "Come on, Princess, I want to feel you coming on my cock again. Felt so good... so tight and wet," he grunted. "Perfect little cunt, coming just for me."