The word came out somewhere between a hiss and a reverent groan as she started grinding against his cock. Doing all the things she knew would drive him crazy, his clever, insane witch. Rotating her hips, throwing her head back, and running her fingers through her mane of wild hair, biting her lip. Moaning. Oh, the moans. How they grew louder and louder, making Draco painfully hard. At one point, her fingers left her hair and started playing with her breasts instead. His cock twitched and his mouth went dry with desire and longing. 