"You need me to fuck you, don't you?" Hermione cooed, standing close enough so her wife's fingers grazed against the warmth of her own arousal. As the blonde tried to answer, Hermione's fingers went steadily in and felt her wife's vagina clench as she gasped. It was as though they were well attuned to each other as she curled her fingers up to find the spot that affected her most, causing Narcissa to shudder with each stroke.