Hermione’s out for the count

Ignoring her young friend’s frantic slapping and grunting, Luna continues to hump her new favorite wet hole, panting as she slams her balls against Hermione’s delicate chin. She doesn’t care about the purple color in Hermione’s cheeks, or the fluttering of her eyelashes, she only cares about fucking these soft warm lips until she can explode. Hermione’s vision is fading as her face flushed a deep and dangerous blue, and she gags on Luna’s shaft as her body desperately tries to force the choking hazard from her throat.

“F-f-f-fuck!! A-a-a-almost th-there Hermione!” Luna moans between deep thrusts, practically whining like a puppy. Hermione can’t hear her though, she’s too busy spasming on Luna’s girth to be able to hear anything over the rush of blood in her ears and the gurgling of her own full throat. Saliva bubbles and foams at her lips, and snot lubricates Luna’s futa dick as Hermione quivers… and finally falls limp.