The lips that touched her own were soft and supple, whereas her lips stayed tightly pursed. Black porn “Lavender! He opened the medicine cabinet looking for a bottle of Madam Rosmerta’s Morning-After Medicine, unfortunately there was none. Then Lavender’s lips were gone. This,” Lavender pursed her lips tightly, “is how you kiss your grandmother, not your boyfriend.”
Hermione felt herself flush with embarrassment. Lavender had her hands on Parvati’s ass, her thumbs pulling the girl’s opening wide. Lavender began to whimper and pant. He sat down on the edge of the bed and thought about it, “Oh, yeah,” he nodded, remembering that Angelina had dared Fred and Hermione to go upstairs and trade underwear. “What’s almost funny about this is that you like him as much as he likes you, you just can’t figure out how to say it.”
A fresh wave of crying overtook Hermione, and Lavender chased it away. Then she kissed him, deeply, amorously; in a way that only she could. and not… She clamped her legs together. He was a cruel, heartless, unfeeling, beast of a boy.
