George slammed her face-first against the workbench in the back room of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the wood creaking under their weight. "Spread those legs," he growled, yanking her skirt up and ripping her panties aside. His fingers shoved straight into her wet cunt, two thick digits pumping hard while his thumb ground her clit. She gasped, pushing back against his hand as he finger-fucked her rough and fast, juices dripping down her thighs.
He pulled his cock out, already rock hard and leaking. No teasing, no slow build. George lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust, stretching her open. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, hips snapping forward. Each stroke was deep and punishing, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the shelves of joke products. She moaned loud, gripping the bench as he pounded her, his balls smacking her ass with every thrust.
George reached around and rubbed her clit in quick circles, making her walls clench around his shaft. "Come on this dick," he ordered, voice low and filthy. She came hard, shaking and gushing around him, but he didn't stop. He kept fucking through her orgasm, chasing his own, sweat slicking their bodies.
He flipped her onto her back on the bench, legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in. Her tits bounced with every brutal thrust. George leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her cry out. "You like getting wrecked by a Weasley?" he asked, pounding deeper. She nodded, too lost in the sensation to speak.
He pulled out, spun her around again, and bent her over once more. This time he spread her ass cheeks and spit on her hole before pushing two fingers in there too, working her open while his cock stayed buried in her pussy. "Gonna fill both holes," he muttered. He switched, sliding his cock into her ass with steady pressure until he was fully seated. The stretch burned good, and he started thrusting again, one hand on her hip, the other reaching under to finger her empty cunt.
George fucked her ass raw and steady, grunting with every stroke. When he was close he pulled out, jerked his cock twice, and shot thick ropes of cum across her lower back and ass cheeks. He rubbed it in with his fingers, then pushed some back into her pussy for good measure.
They caught their breath for a minute before he hauled her upright. "Not done yet," he said, voice still rough. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs, tongue lapping at her clit and the mess they'd made. His fingers curled inside her again, hitting that spot hard while he sucked. She came on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head.
George stood, spun her to face him, and lifted her onto the bench again. He pushed back inside her pussy, slower this time but still deep, grinding against her. "Feel that cum leaking out?" he asked, thrusting steady. She wrapped her legs around him and they moved together, raw and direct, until he came again inside her with a low groan.
They stayed locked like that, breathing heavy, his cock twitching as it softened. George pulled out and watched his load drip from her. "Clean up later," he said with a smirk. "Round three in the stockroom."
