“You do?” Lavender purred, grinning. “I thought that you might…” Here eyes were still closed and she moaned and groaned softly as Fleur’s fingers got more aggressive inside her. “It’s my favorite skirt from fourth year,” she explained. In truth, she’d needed to charm the waist as she had more hips, but she decided not to admit that to her girlfriend.
Lavender tilted her chin up, letting Fleur do whatever she wanted to her chin and neck. She cooed softly, relishing the sensation. “You can bite a little…if you want…” While her cheeks still stung, it made her much more vocal about wanting more of the same.
“And she picked Ginny instead?” Lavender asked, obviously flabbergasted. Who would pick Ginny over Vati? I mean, come on!