A Show.

"Oh, I think it's time for that show now," Harry grinned, his eyes dark with excitement. He lay back on the bed, his cock still hard and gleaming with their combined juices. "Ladies, if you would."

Luna and Hermione looked at each other, a silent communication passing between them. With a seductive smile, Hermione rolled onto her side, her hand reaching out to caress Luna's thigh. Luna's eyes never left Harry's as she moved closer to Hermione, her breath hitching with anticipation. They began to kiss, slow and tender at first, their tongues exploring each other's mouths like they were uncharted territories. Harry watched, his cock twitching as he took in the sight of their bare, glistening skin against each other.

Hermione's hand trailed down Luna's body, her fingers dancing over the curve of her hip and finally settling between her legs. Luna gasped into the kiss as Hermione's touch grew more insistent, her fingers sliding through her slick folds. Harry could see the hunger in Luna's eyes as she pushed her hips into the touch, her body begging for more. Hermione broke the kiss, her teeth grazing Luna's bottom lip as she moved lower, her mouth watering for a taste of what she had just touched.

With a soft moan, Hermione's tongue traced a wet line down Luna's stomach, her eyes never leaving Harry's as she reached her destination. Luna's pussy was already swollen and wet, and the scent of her arousal filled the air, making Harry's cock throb with need. Hermione's eyes widened with wonder as she took in the sight before her, the pink flesh glistening with desire. She leaned in, her breath hot against Luna's sensitive skin, and finally, her tongue darted out to taste her.

Luna's hips jerked at the first contact, a soundless cry escaping her lips. Harry watched, his cock in his hand, as Hermione's tongue danced over Luna's clit. Luna's eyes rolled back in her head, and she tangled her fingers in Hermione's hair, holding her in place. Harry could see the tension building in Luna's body, her legs quivering with every flick of Hermione's skilled tongue.

The room was a symphony of sighs and gasps, the sound of skin slapping against skin as Harry stroked himself to the rhythm of Hermione's ministrations. Luna's breathing grew erratic, her moans louder, and Harry knew she was close. He reached out, his thumb brushing over Luna's nipple, and she bucked again, her body bowing off the bed.

A) Luna cums (squirts all over Hermione)

B) Harry joins in. (How and who?)

C) Harry cast a spell syncing their pussy. (They feel each others pleasure)

D) Add.