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Maggie didn't let up—she drove her fingers deeper, palm grinding against Hermione's clit with every thrust, working her like she had something to prove. "Yeah? Then take more," she growled, nipping Hermione's bottom lip and dragging it back. Her free hand shoved under Hermione's shirt, palming her breast rough and greedy, thumb flicking the nipple until it pebbled. She fucked her faster, wrist slapping wet and loud against her, her hips jerking in rhythm, cock jumping in her jeans with every one of Hermione's little gasps. "Look at you," Maggie breathed against her mouth, half a laugh in it. "Legs shaking already and I haven't even started."

Maggie pushed two fingers in deep, curling them just right, and swallowed the sound Hermione made. "Shut up and take it," she murmured into her mouth before diving back in tongue-deep, claiming her throat, her lips, her breath. Her cock was straining hard against her jeans now, thick and throbbing, leaking against the denim with every stroke of her hand. Maggie pumped faster—harder—her hips twitching with a need of her own. "That's it, Come on my fingers, then I'm burying this in you."

Maggie grinned against her neck, dragging her palm down and landing one last hard smack on Hermione's ass that made her gasp. "Oh, I'm gonna fuck the hell outta you," she promised, voice low and rough. "And then I'm gonna do it again." Maggie caught her mouth, kissing her deep and dirty while her fingers found their way home. Underneath Hermione’s panties to finally feel her soaking wetness.

Taking her hand out, she would instead pull Hermione’s own hand out of her own pants. Rolling her tongue along Hermione’s cunt-filled fingers. Tasting her sweet essence. “You drive a real hard bargain here. Course I want all of you cutie.”

The exhale of a moan leaving Maggie’s lips became audible. Her lips continued to force itself upon Hermione’s own. Digging her hand inside the backside of Hermione’s pants, her groping only became rougher. Fingers digging into the flesh of her cheeks. “You’re desirable for sure.”

A soft exhale left her lips. Having Hermione stroke her cock inside of her shorts felt good. Soft hands, and softer asscheeks. “Maybe I do. Maybe I desire a lil something more with you as well.”

The growth of her length was definitely due to Hermione’s hand. Pulsating in her grip, she was returning the passionate kiss. Her own hand lowered down to Hermione’s plump rear. Smacking it once.

Maggie broke into a delighted laugh against Hermione’s lips, thoroughly enjoying the woman’s shameless forwardness. She returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, sliding an arm around Hermione’s waist and drawing her even closer. “Jesus, woman. You really don’t know how to hold back, do you?” She caught Hermione’s lips again, lingering this time, her other hand settling against her hip. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were sparkling with mischief. “Hell, sweetheart. Who said we’re dying today? I ain’t nearly done with you.”

Maggie barely managed to hold back another laugh before reaching for Hermione’s waist, pulling her closer once she caught the invitation in her expression. Her lips met Hermione’s in a heated, rather unrestrained kiss, one hand settling firmly against her lower back while the other cupped her cheek. She eventually pulled away just enough to catch her breath, a crooked grin spreading across her face. “Hell, sweetheart… you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“The only thing I’m afraid of is turning into a walker. Other than that… impregnating you will be a cake walk my dear.”

“Is that a lil tease i hear? Are you tempting me?”

“My motives are ‘pure’ and definitely high. So yes, I am wondering just that.”

“Tip top shape you say? Thats some child bearing hips I see.”

“You walking away from me isn’t what I signed up for. That’s why I made sure you was weak in your knees.”