He Can't Quite Do It...

He pushed on, thoughts of the reactions of his friends keeping him from blowing his load instantly. A look down at Hermione rewarded him with the sight of her losing the same battle as she chewed her lip, her cute tits being squeezed by her dainty hands as she desperately tried to make herself cum.

Harry sighed and decided that he owed it to Hermione to keep his promise, regardless of whether or not he wanted to. He ripped his cock out of her when he couldn't hold on any longer and covered her lithe teen body with what felt like a gallon of cum, each splash making her squeal and giggle as it covered her chest and stomach.

"Thank you for actually pulling out, Harry," Hermione said sweetly, reaching up to kiss his lips. "I'm ovulating right now and I really don't want to have to explain a green-eyed kid anytime soon," She continued, before sighing.

"For a minute there I really did want you to do it though... Maybe... Next time, we can find some kind of contraception spell..." Hermione trailed off hesitantly.

Harry leaned in and kissed her, derailing her chain of thoughts, before planting a kiss on her that was aided by the sensitivity spell to **** another moan of pleasure from her lips.