Make up Your Mind F/G/H Over 18
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Title: Make up Your Mind
Author:
acquiescence_
Pairing: Fred/Hermione/George
Rating: Over 18
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: Weekly Challenge # 1 to include a Quidditch Match, Hermione/a Weasley
Word Count: 163
“Mmm, we’re going to be late … stop, stop … Oh, right there please”
“Having trouble making up –”
“— your mind, love?”
“The match … you’ll be late, oh gods please don’t stop”
“Well, which will it –”
“— be, dear? Do you want Fred’s tongue to continue lapping at your wet cunt, pushing into you again and again? Look at him ‘mione; he’s so fucking hard just for you, you like that don’t you love the way he licks at your pretty little cunny –”
“— and you like it when George’s warm mouth is sucking and biting at those rosy nipples just the way you like don’t you, love? You love it when he bites and sucks at you so desperate for any taste of you –”
“— but if you really want we’ll stop, so you can go to Ginny’s Quidditch match.”
“… Oh, bloody hell. Bugger the match, just don’t stop.”
“Our pleasure, love,” they said in unison.
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Title: Make up Your Mind
Author:
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Pairing: Fred/Hermione/George
Rating: Over 18
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: Weekly Challenge # 1 to include a Quidditch Match, Hermione/a Weasley
Word Count: 163
“Mmm, we’re going to be late … stop, stop … Oh, right there please”
“Having trouble making up –”
“— your mind, love?”
“The match … you’ll be late, oh gods please don’t stop”
“Well, which will it –”
“— be, dear? Do you want Fred’s tongue to continue lapping at your wet cunt, pushing into you again and again? Look at him ‘mione; he’s so fucking hard just for you, you like that don’t you love the way he licks at your pretty little cunny –”
“— and you like it when George’s warm mouth is sucking and biting at those rosy nipples just the way you like don’t you, love? You love it when he bites and sucks at you so desperate for any taste of you –”
“— but if you really want we’ll stop, so you can go to Ginny’s Quidditch match.”
“… Oh, bloody hell. Bugger the match, just don’t stop.”
“Our pleasure, love,” they said in unison.