Malfoy was having a good day until Granger walked in. She looked mad. Really mad. But Malfoy couldn't focus on what she was saying. Because the white button up Granger was wearing was very tight. And sheer. How was he supposed to concentrate when those big, creamy tits looked like they were about to burst out of their tight, buttoned restraint? How was he supposed to ignore those rosy, hard chocolate nipples that were almost completely visible under their silky screen?
"Malfoy!" she cried, irritated. She moved closer to him and leaned down. Unfortunately, this meant that Malfoy had a perfect view of just how round her tits were underneath her shirt. And just how tight her shirt really was. The fabric around the buttons was straining to contain those peachy mounds. "Look at my face! What is wrong with you?"
"Granger..." he sort of mumbled. "I think you left your shirt in the dryer for too long." Too right she had.
"What?" she said, leaning closer to hear him. "I can't hear you, Malfoy, don't mumble."
Malfoy was practically salivating at the proximity of her breasts. He couldn't even think straight. "Granger, your tits are begging to come out of that shirt. Please. You're killing me."
Hermione's mouth formed a perfect oval. She drew herself up in anger, and instantly the two most strained buttons burst off her shirt with resounding pops. Her breasts bounced out.
Draco was paralyzed. Sweet Merlin, he'd never seen anything so arousing in his life! Two perky globes peeking out of their white, fabric confines, dusky nipples so hard they stood out like pebbles against the perfect contrast of her smooth tits.
Hermione just stood there, unable to move. She couldn't take her eyes off of Draco's face. She'd never been so deliciously humiliated in her life. The hunger on Draco's face only added to her embarrassment, and oh god, she was turned on. Her nipples hardened unbearably.
Draco stood, hardly aware of what he was doing, reaching out one hand and tracing the top of one of those perfect mounds. He was going to explode. He let his finger spiral slowly inward, until he reached the nipple. And then he pinched it. Hard. A wave of shock ran through Hermione's body, and she gasped. He brought his other hand up to the other breast and pinched both nipples at the same time. He continued pinching her rock hard nipples, rhythmically, rolling them around simultaneously until Hermione was moaning and gasping under his hand. Suddenly, he stopped and Hermione froze, tense. He lowered his head, slowly, and his tongue dipped out and he flicked one nipple up, then down, kneading the other in his hand. He continued until he was unable to take it, rock hard from the feel of those cinnamon nipples in his mouth.
Hermione pushed him backward into a chair, pulling off his pants to reveal his cock, stiff and thick. She knelt down, and cautiously lifted one breast and brought it close to his cock. Tentatively, she brushed her nipple against the tip. When Draco didn't say anything, she continued rubbing her nipples on the tip of his cock, right, then left, then right. Draco was in disbelief. Oh god. She was getting her nipples off on his cock. With a groan, he pushed his cock in between her tits, and she responded by squeezing them deliciously around his cock. She bent her head and licked the tip of his cock, sucking and practically laving it while pinching her own nipples, her tits jiggling around his cock. Her nipples were unbelievably sensitive. She came with a mewling cry, dripping all over the carpet, grabbing her tits and rolling her nipples around in her own fingers. It didn't take long for Draco to explode, his cum sticky, dribbling around and between those delicious, bouncing globes.
Panting, he drew her up so she was sitting on his lap, and together they licked the cum off her creamy mounds.
"I was having a good day until you walked in," said Malfoy, shaking his head.
"I know," replied Hermione, with a cheeky grin.
