She wondered sometimes if Harry and Ron ever shared anything like she had with Ginny, and the images her mind conjured of the two of them made Hermione ache with “that” need between her thighs. Indianporn “I know, Hermione,” murmured Ginny, as her tongue worked Hermione’s clit and her fingers slipped inside her friend. Ginny sat up immediately to kiss the cum from Hermione’s lips and lick it from her chin. It was different with Ginny. Hermione was about to give up her evening rendezvous with Ginny as a lost cause when her friend suddenly burst into the room, still wearing the smile Harry had undoubtedly put on her face. She wondered absent-mindedly whether Harry’s cum would taste anything like hers and Hermione’s, and when she might get the chance to find out. Hermione turned to face her and they kissed, softly at first, almost shyly, then their tongues met and the kiss grew bolder, as did their touches.
