She notices Ron’s erection

“Mon dieu, Ronald! You ahr straining within your briefs! You should let yourself be free, mi ami!”

Ron’s face is flushed red, he chokes out, “You… want me to do what?”

Fleur sighs with exasperation and leans forward, reaching out to Ron’s trapped cock, “Aiai, the English, zey ahr so stuck up!” She swiftly unzips Ron’s pants and whips out his cock. It springs to attention, it’s full pulsating length exposed to the air and the heat from the two bodies in the room. Fleur mods appreciatively, her lips pursed, “Splendid Ronald, you ‘ave been hiding great length down there, let it breathe!”

Though his cock can breathe, Ron struggles to. His jaw is clenched and his cheeks are red, his only thought is not to cum. Flyer’s top is loose enough that merely leaning over gives Ron a full top-down view down her v-neck, with which he verifies that she’s bra-less. Through the gap between her hanging fruits, Ron can clearly see all the way down her belly to her still bare crotch and the unmistakeable glimmer of trickling piss still dripping into the toilet.