"Ohh, fuck, you-feel-so-damn-good," he got out through gritted teeth and then his fingers were imprinting, digging into her flesh as he gripped her hip hard and fucked her, falling into a rhythm, her cunt unbearably, exquisitely hot and tight around him. Her breasts bounced as she rose and fell on his cock, and Draco wished to Merlin that he had both hands so he could play with them. Roll her nipples between finger and thumb and make her squeak, cup the soft-firm weight of them... But when he let go of her hip, her rhythm faltered and failed, and right now fucking her seemed more important than playing with those pink-tipped breasts.