She's a natural Pussy-

Hermione was in heaven, there was simply no other way she could think to describe it. Her Mistress was standing over her, one high-heeled foot planted on the floor and the other against the wall behind her, letting her - no, requiring her - to lick her Mistress's perfect, plump, puffy, pink, pureblood pussy. The first taste of it had been enough to send Hermione into a brainless frenzy of sloppy slit-licking, the barest brush of lips on clit leaving her hungry for more. Ravenously hungry for more. This time, she knew to taste her Mistress only according to her orders; her Mistress had ordered her to make love to her perfect pussy, and Hermione was determined to do exactly that.

The soft, plush lips granted to her by the dose of Feminine Wilez peppered Daphne's juicy slit with soft, slow kisses, every smooch and mwah a declaration of servitude to Daphne and love for her pussy. The soft sounds gradually grew louder and wetter as Hermione's saliva and Daphne's pussy juice started to mingle in each kiss, the taste spurring Hermione on. Soft kisses became tender licks, teasing the tip of her tongue up and down the folds nestled between Daphne's plump, smooth labia and brushing over her clit at the apex of each stroke.

This time, it was the blonde's own actions that moved things along, the pressure of the hand on Hermione's head and the roll of Daphne's hips forcing the brunette to press her lips against Daphne's pussy and work her tongue deeper. Before long, she was french-kissing Daphne's cunt, sweet juices spilling into her mouth as fast as she could gulp them down as the blonde ground two very different pairs of lips together. The taste of her Mistress was intoxicating and addictive; the more she licked and sucked, the more she wanted to lick and suck. Worshiping Daphne was so much better in reality than her previous fantasies, it didn't even compare!

Abruptly, she was pulled away from Daphne's perfect pussy. She looked up at her Mistress with pleading eyes, her mouth open in a perfect 'O' and her tongue obediently hanging out for her Mistress to use as she saw fit. Daphne smirked down at her, clearly satisfied with her performance, and licked her lips. "Well, you're going to be an excellent Pussy-****," the blonde purred, making Hermione's pussy throb, "I might just take you to bed with me every night and have you lick me all night long." Hermione moaned happily at the thought of it, hours and hours with nothing to do but worship her Mistress. "But it'd be mean of me not to share you," Daphne admitted, "so I think it's time to start your training. Maybe you can show me how well you suck cock, or be the centre of a good old-fashioned girl-on-girl gangbang - choices, choices..."