Pansy threw her head back decadently as Ginny’s little pink tongue began to dance over the front of her soaked knickers. She gasped and moaned like a complete whore for a few minutes before she looked back down to meet Ginny’s eyes.
“Is this what you’ve been thinking about at night while you finger yourself? I know you wanted to suck my juices out of me like this,” Pansy purred, their gazes locked. “You think I’d let you actually touch my cunt with your tongue? Never, Weasley.” It was all a game, of course, but Pansy loved degrading the Gryffindor seemingly as much as she loved being degraded.
“That’s right…suck…hard…” Pansy ground herself against Ginny’s lips.