“I know!” Tracey laughed happily. “It’s like…air. Quidditch is my entire life. I love it!” She grinned down at the back of her girlfriend. It was funnier because that, without Heidi being involved, she could have likely cared less about Quidditch. However, with her lover’s love of it, Tracey had learned to enjoy it.
“I don’t know,” she mused as she kept massaging Heidi. “It’s…fab to see girls going out there and taking it to the boys and kicking their arses up and down the pitch, you know? It’s empowering.”
Tracey bit her lip as Heidi moaned softly. Keeping up her efforts, her hands ghosted the bottom curve of her tight, toned arse as she massaged her upper legs.