Ginny grinned, whoever had said that was defiantly mistaken. She wanted to push Pansy’s wet knickers up into her wet slit and rub her till she came but was soon pulled over Pansy’s lap and had to stop.
“Oh I don’t know about that,” she grunted, “your knickers are soaked through.” Ginny pressed herself wantonly into Pansy’s hand as she rubbed her there.
Her neck, oh Merlin she loved it when someone toyed with her neck and Pansy’s mouth was sucking, licking, marking her there. She wanted to get at Pansy too but her cloak, uniform and the position Ginny was in kept her from doing any of those things. Crying out as the older girl found her breast again, “we both have on too many clothing for this sort of thing,” she pointed out, totally at Pansy’s mercy.