Romilda gasped as her breast was slapped. The mild sting in the aftermath made her moan. It seemed that Ginny was getting the hint. Looking at Ginny affectionately, there was nothing that endeared someone to Romilda like someone who was a little mean to her.
“H-how can I? My fingers are busy…” She wriggled the fingers inside Ginny and moaned impotently. Leaning up, she began to unbutton the first few buttons of Ginny’s blouse with her teeth before she found enough bare skin to kiss and nibble.