"Hold it in," Draco whispers. "Let it out here." He presses into her again, scraping his fingers, and she tries to compress herself. This is how she comes, he knows, every muscle tensed for it. "Keep those pretty new shoes on the floor for me," he instructs, wanting to draw it out. She's trying not to whimper, her eyes squeezed shut, and he curls against her inner wall while flicking at her clit haphazardly. He wished he had a better angle, but this one is going to work just fine.