Harry Potter and the Connubialis Hex/Hogwarts Express/Neville, Luna and Romilda/Lick Romilda's snatch

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As Romilda was heading down on Harry, Harry held her head back ans said "No." She looked at him with interrogative eyes. He smiled. He put his hands on her arms and she followed as he stood up. He kissed her and she kissed him back. His hand moved under her skirt, to her panty-clad ass, his fingers probing for the waistband. He pulled them down and Romilda lifted her legs to free them from her ankles. Then Harry pushed her gently on the other couch. She lifted her skirt and parted her legs, revealing her shaved vulva.

Harry turned his head to look at Neville and Luna. They were looking back at them, observing what they were doing, as if they didn't know what to do. With that usual "absent" look on her face, Luna had Neville's hard cock in one hand, stroking it gently, while her other hand was crammed in her pants. The idea of Luna pleasuring herself never occured to him but despite her odd behavior, she was still a girl. The thought of Luna fingering herself was fueling his imagination. Luna's attention got back at Neville and she started lick Neville's penis, then sucked it.

Harry got back to Romilda. She was waiting on the edge of the seat, her wet slit available to him. He used his hands to open her swollen labia and fully expose her clitoris. He took his tongue out and licked her button slowly. Her breath changed as he did it. He would peek at her, her face partially hidden by her bosom. The enticing view was very arousing. His tongue was playing with her, grazing her labia and the entrance of her vagina.

"Oh! Harry!" Vaginal lubricant was pouring from her and he had it all over his face. She was panting and moaning, his tongue flicking to a faster pace on her clit. He put it between his lips, and bit it gently, not too strong so it would cause her no pain. He inserted his middle finger into her, tickling her from the inside.

"Stop! Stop!" She took his head in her hands and brought his lips to hers. They kissed and Romilda could taste her own lube.

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