“You do?” Tracey asked, her cheeks turning pink. She knew she could be girly, under the right circumstance, but she never thought it was something that someone would like. It annoyed her when Pansy Parkinson, girly in an obnoxious way, acted girly and had always feared that some might see Tracey that way when she was girly.
Spotting the food, she grinned evilly. She wasn’t going to stop Heidi, but she was already scheming about what she could do. Plus, Tracey could follow Heidi’s lead a little bit.
“Well, that depends,” Tracey teased likely, glad that Heidi seemed to like how she had referred to them as couple, “I’ll help only if you are a good girl.” She grinned at Heidi cheekily.
When the warm chocolate touched her folds, Tracey gasped. Her hands slapped down on the bed and she balled the sheets in her fist. Shivering from the breathy moan, Tracey tried to hold on as the sensations tore through her. “Oh? Oh?” she moaned desperately.