Name: Norah Ellen Walker
House/Year: Gryffindor/2nd year
Blood Type: Muggle-born
Wand: Elm, 9 inches, Dragon Heartstring, Supple
Broom: Doesn't have one.
Attire: Dark blue skinny jeans, aqua blue fitted long-sleeve knit top with a hood, gray sneakers.
Location: Room of Requirement - 2nd Floor
Travel: Not Applicable
Tagging: Chadwick
Norah felt Chadwick take a hold of her hips as he slowly entered inside her, stretching her entrance once more. Once fully inside, he didn't hesitate. Immediately, he began to thrust hard against her body, his hips crashing hard against hers in loud, immense slaps. Each slap made her groan with pleasure as he struck her most sensitive spot on the inside with what seemed the most perfect of precision. Whimpering louder, panting, her sex began to gush and drip just for him, evidence of her arousal and desire for him.
"Chadwick... Chadwick..." Norah gasped, her voice laced with urgency. Chadwick was striking her g-spot making her mind reel, her body arch as she panted for more. "Chadwick... please..." she begged, her walls tightening as her sex seethed in heavy arousal. Her clit was aching almost painfully. His thrusts felt good and due to her juices dripping from her sex the lewd squelching sounds were filling the room and her ears. Panting, groaning, she pleaded, "Please, Chadwick, I need to cum... I... I... need it... I need you, Chadwick..."
Norah's body arched hard as she got closer and closer to the edge, her body in such need. In need of the one thing only Chadwick could give her. She was so aroused, her body highly sensitized to him and only him. It was as if it craved his touch, his everything. And to think they'd only just started because the hunger and desire she felt inside had hardly begun to be sated.