trial and error
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thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
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"The pleasure of what we enjoy is lost by wanting more."
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Narcissa should not be here, doing this, but she was. To be honest, Astoria just wanted more - she always was a bit too greedy for her own good. It's sloppy and messy and unintended - Narcissa was only here to see her son, but the only person in Slytherin was Astoria right now, and she'd been sitting oh so temptingly on the couch.
Bite marks are left where people wouldn't see and Astoria grips Narcissa's hair like a life line. She knows she's almost done - all of this was a competition, it's the Slytherin in her - in Narcissa - that fuels the need to be better than the other, or, in this case, make the other lose control first.
{astoria's no loser, but neither is narcissa}
Soft hands and rough words and movements {such a perfect contradiction} - "Move like that!" - pushing her up against the couch, robe discarded, panties at her ankles and skirt around her hips, turned upwards.
Narcissa finishes doing her wicked, wicked {but not unpleasing} way with her, smiling like a cat who's got her prey cornered, a tiny bit of cum stuck to her lipstick. All Astoria knows is she wants moremoremore- the thrill, the fulfillment that she received, but Narcissa will have none of it. "Get up. Fix yourself. Tell no one of our.. rendezvous." Narcissa tells her roughly, fixing her dress and make up. Astoria's body aches for more.
{greedy girl, the pleasure is ruined by your lust}