Draco equips the beautifully sculpted cheeseburger Hermione made for him, the action followed by a distinct mmm chezburger. She watches him eat; each bite was slow, calculated. The wetness between her legs continuing to grow as she imagines herself in the burger's position.
She maneuvers herself perfectly in front of Draco, his presence heavy behind her as her blocky behind briefly rubs against his groin. Draco shoots Hermione a confused look to which she feigns innocence. In the dense hoard of cooks collected in front of the order board, nobody notices the moment when Draco gently snakes his hand onto her knee.
Hermione swivels her head around. She winks playfully—the newly implemented animated faces are quite helpful in conveying Hermione’s emotions—and slides his hand further up her rectangular thigh.
At this moment, the last username they’d hoped to see appears on the player list: ronaldW4921, in small font.
With a frantic glance toward Hermione, Draco unequips the cheeseburger and mouths a quick, “DMs.”
Hermione switches tabs and shoots Draco a quick message, You've been a very naughty boy.
Draco replies quickly, which Hermione is appreciative of. She's not sure she can wait much longer. She craves release. Her fingers slip down her body to her warm slit and she starts circling it as she reads his message.
Have I been? I'm sooo sorry...
Her mouth quirks up as she types her next message with her left hand. You have. If you're going to address me, use my title. You'll have to be punished.
She rubs faster, gasping out a moan. A notification alerting her that Draco is typing briefly appears before the screen lights up with his response. Sorry, mommy. I've been a bad boy. Please mommy, punish me.
Gladly, Hermione types as she begins a facetime call. Her chair squeaks as her rhythm picks up--she's freely moaning now. Her parents aren't home; she would never risk this devious behavior if they were. Although, she's always been thrilled by the idea of being caught. She strangles out a moan at this thought.
Draco joins, his camera turning on to reveal his pink cat headphones illuminated by his led lights. He's shirtless, his pecs gorgeously purple from the heart nipple clamps she bought and shipped to him the week prior.
"Mommy... Please, punish me"
"Of course, darling. Grab it."
"Wait, please not-"
"DO IT NOW!" Hermione abruptly shouts, effectively silencing his rebuttal. He whimpers in submission and his camera briefly cuts off as he retrieves the item he knows she's referring to.
"Angle your camera down, kitten. I want to see it." Hermione purrs, watching as Draco shifts the camera angle to his glistening 4.3 inch #FFC0CB joystick with deep brown 2 inch curly hairs framing it.
"Slip it on, slowly," Hermione instructs him, watching as he methodically pushes the shiny metal cock ring down the length of his lightsaber. She watches in bliss as his toes curl and his face flushes. She forces herself to stop her own ministrations so as to not cum too soon.
"You're so beautiful.... You grabbed the other item too, right?" He nods meekly in response.
"Look at you, such a smart little kitty." A droplet of precum emerges from his rod, the only tiny bit that can push its way past the ring.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Begin. Don't stop until I say you can."
"Of course, mommy. Agghhh~~" His eyes roll up as he quickly thrusts the pocket pussy up and down his shaft.
She knows he won't last long, men never do, so she quickly shoves her sparkling purple 5 inch dildo (she had to round up from his length, of course) into her cunt.
For 20 seconds there's a pregnant silence filled with only sharp, desperate panting and the squelching sounds of their individual self-pleasuring.
"Mommy- Mommy please!!"
"No baby, no kitty. Not yet. Doing so good for mommy, mmm. Doing so well." Hermione feels herself on the cusp of release.
"Please. I can't... I can't mommy. Please." He grinds out between breathes.
"Beg. Beg for it kitty. Beg for mommy's mercy, beg for my forgiveness."
"Please- Agh~ Please mommy. Please. Mommy, please. I can do this. Please mommy, let me cum!"
"Okay baby, do it with me. Slip off that ring and let me see your wet filth. Go on kitty." Her eyes closed and her liquid squirts all over her camera—Draco's camera is in a similar state; it's covered in a sticky white substance.
Let's just say that Hermione is glad Ron intruded when he did.