The shower water was off, but the air still hung heavy with steam and sin. Harry sat slumped against the slick tile wall, legs spread shamelessly, thighs trembling from the orgasm Draco had just ripped out of her with his tongue. Her fat pussy lips were swollen and glistening, clit still pulsing visibly. His cum from earlier was smeared across her lower belly in sticky ropes, mixing with her own slick that dripped slowly down her inner thighs.

Draco stood over her, towel long gone, thick cock still half-hard and glistening from her juices and his own release. He stroked himself lazily once, twice—watching her chest heave, tits rising and falling, nipples dark and puffy from his earlier abuse.