Lavender liked her reward very much. Moaning loudly, she pressed down on Fleur’s hand to let her reach as deep as possible. “Yes,” she whimpered softly, hoping to encourage Fleur to keep moving it in and out.
She swished her skirt back and forth, letting the hem tickle Fleur’s wrist as Lavender wanted to remind her girlfriend about the skirt she’d worn just for her. Lavender whimpered softly with each breath.
“That’s…weird.” Lavender didn’t know Ginny very well. In truth, she didn’t really like her all that much. They really had nothing in common and Ginny was a bit boyish and she was a bit of a slag…in a bad way. At least, that was Lavender’s hypocritical opinion.