She stalks the corridors long after dark, prefect badge shining dully on her chest in the moonlight that spills through high windows. Pansy’s voice is dangerous. Xnxx.com Ginny can’t force her mouth to form that one simple word. Pansy isn’t like the other girls. “What? “Shut up, Weasley.” Her hands slide down Ginny’s sides, pressing thin fabric against hot skin, moving lower and lower until she catches the nightgown’s hem near Ginny’s ankles. The smaller girl’s feral grin makes her feel a little dizzy and she desperately longs for the warmth and safety of her bed. “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 the wall with surprisingly strong hands as
