Rough.

Fleur looked straight into the camera and smirked. She knew Bill would be watching. "You want to see me get fucked by the biggest cock I've ever had?" she purred, her voice dripping with malicious intent. "I'll make sure to tell him just how much better he is than you."

Hermione looked at her, a bit surprised by Fleur's sudden aggression, but she knew that sometimes people had strange ways of dealing with breakups. She watched as Fleur reached for the harness, adjusting it so Harry's cock was perfectly aligned with her dripping wet pussy.

"Hold me down," she told Harry, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Make me scream for you. Make it so he can't stand to watch." Harry's smile grew wicked. He liked a challenge.

With a firm grip, he held her wrists above her head and pushed into her with one powerful thrust. Fleur's eyes rolled back as she let out a guttural moan. "Harder," she begged, arching her back. "Fuck me like you own me."

The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Harry pounded into Fleur, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She threw her head back, exposing her neck, her body a canvas of desire and spite. "Call me your slut," she hissed, her eyes never leaving the camera.

The words were like gasoline on the fire of Harry's lust. He grunted with every push, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm. "You're my slut, Fleur," he growled, his grip tightening. "Tell him who's fucking you."

Fleur moaned, the pleasure mixing with the spite in her voice. "It's Harry, Bill. He's the one fucking me like a whore. Not you." Her words were punctuated by Harry's deep, resonating slaps on her ass.

The scene grew more intense, more primal. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the energy of unbridled passion. Fleur's breaths were ragged, her voice a mix of pleasure and spite as she continued to taunt Bill through the camera.

"Look at me, Bill," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "Look at how much I'm enjoying this. Look at how much better Harry is than you."

Her hips bucked up to meet his, eager for every inch. She could feel another orgasm building, and she knew it would be the most intense one yet. The camera captured every moment, every bead of sweat, every expression of ecstasy.

As Harry's thrusts grew more erratic, she knew he was close. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her own climax, wanting to watch him lose control first. "Cum for me," she whispered, her eyes locked on the camera. "Show Bill what a real man does."

And with that, Harry let out a roar and emptied himself into her. Fleur's body tensed as her own orgasm crashed over her, the wave of pleasure making her see stars. She collapsed back onto the bed, panting, her body a satisfied mess.

"Now, Bill," she said, her voice smug. "Now you know what you're missing."

Fleur's eyes glinted with victory as she watched Harry withdraw from her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. She lay there, legs spread, panting for air as she stared into the camera, her chest heaving with the aftershocks of the intense orgasm that had just ripped through her. The room was a testament to their depravity, a tangible representation of the spiteful thrill they shared in their shared betrayal.

"Look at me, Bill," she purred again, her voice now laced with a sense of triumph. "Look at what you can't have anymore."

Harry leaned in, his hand reaching for her neck, his grip firm but not painful, as he whispered, "Say it again, tell him how much better I am."

Fleur's eyes narrowed with a mix of pleasure and spite. "You're better than him," she admitted, her voice low and seductive. "Much better." With a wicked smile, she licked her lips, savoring the taste of Harry's sweat and her own juices. "I want everyone to see how much I crave this monster cock."

Hermione, who had been quietly observing from the sidelines, felt a twinge of jealousy, but she also felt a thrill of excitement at the raw, unfiltered passion on display. She knew this was more than just sex; it was a battle of wills, a declaration of victory in the face of heartache. And as she watched her two friends, she realized that sometimes love and hate could be indistinguishable when wrapped in the throes of ecstasy.