Fleur makes sure not to waste the seed

Fleur runs her cupped hands across her body, scooping Ron’s still warm spunk off of herself. Ron, exhausted and limp after emptying himself onto the gorgeous woman, watches in amazement as Delacour brings handfuls of his ejaculate up to her lips and downs it like she’s dying of thirst. “So much to waste! Help me, Ronald, recueille ton sperme de mes jambes! Er, get it de mon legs, quickly!”

Watching her chug his jizz like it’s pumpkin juice gets Ron’s rod to start erecting again, and her invitation to scrape his own sperm off of her legs to feed to her is not something he’s about to pass up! Ron stoops down and hesitantly presses his palms against Fleur’s cum-splattered ankles, and gradually slides his hands up her legs, collecting the warm spunk into his cupped hands. She’s smooth and slippery, mostly due to the shower of jizz he’d doused her in, and her skin feels so incredibly soft to touch.

Glancing up at her face, Ron is surprised to see her licking her plastered lips with gusto, sucking the dregs of sperm off of her fingers like Cheeto-dust. The residue sloughs off of her fingers into her gullet in one stroke, she’s clearly masterful in the art of sex. With her hands and face largely clean, she swiftly pulls her soaked shirt over her head in one motion, freeing her plump French breasts to bounce merrily above Ron’s head.