"I somehow don't doubt that," Ginny laughed throatly. Pansy was the kind of girl that always got her way.
"So do I," Ginny groaned, licking herself off Pansy's lips as well. Their tongue met outside their lips and lewdly played against each other. Soon Pansy had taken the kiss back over, kissing Ginny so fiercely she almost lost her breath.
Moaning into Pansy's mouth as she grabbed her arse again, it was still red from the small spanking, and moved her leg between Ginny's legs, the silky material of the stocking rubbing against her wet, puffy pussy. Ginny's head rolled back and she wantonly began fucking herself against Pansy's leg, her juices soaking the expensive white stocking. Pansy was holding her cheeks apart and she felt so naughty that she could tell that something was definately going to be able to come again.
"Like this?" she asked Pansy, her voice submissive, wanting to please.