Fleur’s tongue made her shiver as it lightly traced lines over her sensitive skin. Tracey moaned softly as the images of Fleur shagging her way through the school flooded her mind. “I’d love to see that,” Tracey moaned, unable to stop the admission.
The last part of Fleur’s comment though was like a slap in the face. Her ears rung from it. Before she could suppress the thoughts, it hit home. She wasn’t special. She had someone always known; conniving and vicious, she was nothing special at school and it extended so far beyond that.
“Yes,” Tracey whimpered, Fleur’s Veela able to distract her in ways she couldn’t understand. “But you know that…you felt it…”
“It was my turn to see…remember? You pinning me to the desk? Making me taste you?”