“That hurts.” She whines. Indian porn sex Pansy isn’t like the other girls. Pansy isn’t like the other girls. It’s even better than she expected. Pansy’s tongue pushes into Ginny’s mouth, and Ginny moans, not even sure herself whether in protest or pleasure. Pansy’s voice is dangerous. “Tell me to stop.” Pansy hisses. Pansy’s tongue pushes into Ginny’s mouth, and Ginny moans, not even sure herself whether in protest or pleasure. “Oh,” Pansy says, eliciting a shudder as her icy fingertips press against the bare skin above Ginny’s heart, “I think you are.”
Pale fingers wrap in bright red hair, pulling so hard Ginny cries out. “Leave me alone, Parkinson.”
“Why would I do that?”
Ginny’s palms are sweating and she doesn’t know why. Under normal circumstances, Ginny could never be so daft. Pansy is tiny, but her gaze is enough to make Ginny feel twelve years old again, helpless, awkward, out of place. She feels like she might faint, and the pleasure is almost more than she can bear. Pansy’s voice is dangerous. “Did I say you could touch me, Weasley?”
“No,” Ginny breathes, “but I never said you could- ohhh!”
Pansy drinks in the intoxicating nectar, nuzzling the silky hair between Ginny’s legs, enjoying the way the other girl trembles against her face, pinning Ginny’s hips against
