Discard the used toy and move on

Luna yanks herself out of the bloated young Hermione unceremoniously. With her absence, Hermione’s store of spunk slashes from her unplugged cunt in a fountain of warm spunk, draining her out onto the soaked mattress. The sudden negative pressure forces Hermione to gasp a dulcet moan as she weakly lies on her back.

Already finished with the girl, Luna turns and starts walking while stroking her cock, scouting for the next girl to fill with her supernatural seed. Perhaps Ginny? Maybe Angelina Johnson? Or perhaps simply whoever’s behind the next curtain?