She stalks the corridors long after dark, prefect badge shining dully on her chest in the moonlight that spills through high windows. Indian sex She stalks the corridors long after dark, prefect badge shining dully on her chest in the moonlight that spills through high windows. Ginny reaches down to return her caresses, but Pansy slaps her hand away. Pansy’s tongue pushes into Ginny’s mouth, and Ginny moans, not even sure herself whether in protest or pleasure. Ginny reaches down to return her caresses, but Pansy slaps her hand away. “What? Ginny can’t force her mouth to form that one simple word. Her small breasts are perfectly round and pink nipples stand at attention, begging to be teased. “If you’re going to punish me,” she fights to keep her voice from quivering, though she doesn’t know just what she fears, “go ahead and get it over with.”
Pansy’s eyes flick over Ginny’s body, savoring the slender, muscular form with such delicate little curves.
