Gabrielle grinned downright evilly as Heidi moved closer. Sprawling out even more, she whorishly spread her legs and leaned back to show Heidi more as she continued to push her finger in and out of her tight, rear entrance.
With her free hand, Gabrielle began to strip off the rest of her clothes. If Heidi wanted a show she would surly give her one. She would also tease her ten times as badly as Heidi had teased her.
Gabrielle was tempted to make Heidi give in. She often warred with her Veela side and this moment was no exception. Fleur had taught her that there was a fine line between drawing someone in and forcing them to do something they did not want to do.
As much as it was frustrating, it was clear that Heidi did not want to do anything with her. Her resistance had been more than token and was not just something to make it feel exciting and taboo. As hard as it was, Gabrielle was not going to force Heidi.
That didn’t mean that she wouldn’t make her see what she was missing…
When all her clothes where gone, Gabrielle’s free hand returned to her aching cunt. Her eyes were a little darker and her hair a bit wild, but her Veela side was not pronounced; it never was when she was pleasing herself.
Gabrielle’s breathing was quick and her scent permeated her surroundings. “Merci,” she purred. Why did the English always say “bloody” for very? She’d always thought that was a odd turn of phrase.
“If not for your girlfriend, what would you do to me?” Gabrielle moaned as her swirled he finger making a lewd sound inside her cunt.