Ron time to blow a load

Ron was dimly aware someone was buggering his little sister, but the warm vice gripping his prick was more than enough distraction to keep the knowledge out of his mind. Hermione was reveling in the feel of a loving cock in her slick hole, actually meeting his thrusts as he slammed forward with all possible ****.

Lost in feeling for the girl he'd long been infatuated with, the redhead leaned forward, holding her legs open wider so he could see his thick pole come into contact with her warm mound. She seemed to like the amorous gesture very much, cooing most delightedly. Spurred on, Ron started to kiss the nape of her neck as he continued to make love, letting one hand drift around his partner's body to cup the magnificent breasts that had been the subject of his wet dreams since first arriving at Hogwarts. Hermione purred as he expressed his love for her, then even louder as her nipples were excited by the unsophisticated adolescent's fumbling hands. Already her body was afire with gratification, and she knew it would be difficulty to hold out much longer.

"I can't... much longer..." Ron groaned, pausing for a second before resuming the intimate dance. "It's all right, Ron..." Hermione returned gently, cheeks red and flushed from the beaming expression on her face. The male Gryffindor let out a sputtering grunt, and then proceeded to spasm wildly, driving her easily to the brink of eruption. She let out a rasp of passion as well, panting as her feminine tunnel gripped his manhood firmly to coax the life-giving seed out. The two tensed dramatically, Ron embracing his girl securely as his last bit of strength gave out. With another virile utterance, he nestled himself in as deeply as he pleased, jerking uncontrollably as his balls emptied a load of spunk.

Hermione shrieked jubilantly as she came, feeling the familiar sensation of her own flooding wetness along with the uniquely new one she had only discovered that day -- hot, greasy, ropes of sperm shooting into her previously virginal uterus. The flames in her crotch eventually died down as their pace slowed, and she managed to keep her wobbly knees locked long enough to ensure that Ron was finished before collapsing to the stone floor, gasping sharply as the loving rod was pulled out of her quim.