Pansy chuckles. Hot xxx 18 “That’s what I thought.” She has to stretch a little to kiss Ginny, but that does nothing to diminish the power behind her thin lips. Her skirt dances around pale thighs as she moves, lithe, catlike. “Tell me to stop.” Pansy hisses. The kiss is rough, demanding, possessive. Dark eyes glisten as she spots her prey. Her skirt dances around pale thighs as she moves, lithe, catlike. She relishes the startled gasp as she jerks it up, the way Ginny’s arms wrap around her body and cling to the material. Pansy stands up, licking her lips lewdly and smirks. Pansy stands up, licking her lips lewdly and smirks. “What? “Get back to bed, Weasley.”
“But don’t you want-”
She smirks. Ginny can’t force her mouth to form that one simple word.
