Tracey moaned even as her cheeks blushed. She wasn't used to such dirty talk, nor could she bring herself to talk like that. However, she loved hearing it. It turned her on so much. Between that and the lips on her neck, Tracey was squirming so hard she was practically thrashing.
"Yes," she whimpered breathily. "Who would you want to…fuck…first?" The idea was almost too much for the repressed, young girl to take. "I would love to watch that…" She felt fresh wetness practically dripping from her cunt onto Fleur's fingers.
As Fleur played with her folds, Tracey couldn't take it anymore. Despite the Veela's strong grasp, she struggled against it wanting Fleur to kiss her. Leaning up, her lips were parted but she couldn't quite reach her. Tracey struggled and whimpered wantonly. Flicking her tongue out lewdly, she managed to brush Fleur's lips.
"Anything," Tracey whimpered and begged. "I just…need you to shag me rotten, Professor." She gasped as her clothes were ripped from her body. She squirmed, anxious and ready for anything.
Forced back, Tracey looked up and Fleur with hungry eyes as she moved above her.