Pansy looked at Ginny. “Whoever said I wasn’t fun was sorely mistaken. As you are about to find out.” Ginny’s hand was suddenly a lot higher than she’d expected. She moaned loudly as she was stroked.
Her hand immediately slid up to Ginny’s pussy and rubbed firmly against her jeans. “You are so warm, I bet you are even wetter than I am.” She never talked like this, but this was…different.
Leaning in, Pansy found Ginny’s neck. Sucking hard, she knew she was going to leave a mark low on her delectable neck. Her other hand moved to roughly grab Ginny’s breast again.