"I’m just admiring your handiwork," Hermione said, careful to keep her voice soft. She offered a little smile. "I think these are my favourite." She indicated the blue prints around her hips, from where his fingers had seized her waist and slammed her back downwards, driving his cock impossibly further into her. How many people had lost their virginity in such a spectacle? "Although I’m also fond of these," she added, and lifted her breasts to show the chain of brown-yellow bitemarks beneath them. 