Hermione glanced at Harry’s quiet form next to her. His chest rose and fell gently as he slept in the Burrows. However, Hermione was concerned with the lump she saw further down his body.
Casting a charm to soundproof the room, Hermione took a deep breath, feeling her pussy grow wetter and her nipples harden as she cast aside Harry’s sheet. It was glorious. Harry’s 8-inch cock was rock-hard as he slept, and Hermione’s eyes filled with need as she stared down at it.
No longer hesitant, she engulfed the cock in her wet mouth, moving up and down the shaft with glee. Feeling it grow even harder, she turned around and slowly lowered her dripping pussy down, moving at an ever faster rhythm.
Then Harry awoke, “What are you doing, Hermione?”
“Shush,” she answered, lowering her nipple into Harry’s mouth.