Ron stuffed the offending bit of cloth into his pocket and tried to stammer something, but Maureen just laughed at him. Her orgasm was long, loud, and wet. She dragged her nails through the gap between the globes of Hermione’s arse. They finally relented when she rolled over and curled up against the brass headboard. It turned out Hermione had been the smartest of the girls in their year after all, and not just book smart either. He brought his hands to his face and tore at the blindfolds. She continued to dance around in front of him, and pulled another scarf, this one from the front. He felt Lavender’s warm, lush body push up against his back. With every forward thrust she let out a small cry. Draped over his recliner was a stocking; and a second hung from the banister leading up to his room. Their lips closed over his head, and their tongues danced over him and each other. Her ankles were up on his shoulders. “Then, you will follow the sound of my bells.” As much as he wanted to grab her and take her right here in the chair, he knew how much she was enjoying this.
