I’ll know, Romilda vowed to herself. It would be perfectly clear when Cho was feasting on her pussy. Things were so desperate and hot that she doubted Cho would be able to resist forever. Unless she is like Millicent? No, it couldn’t be that. Millicent saved herself for Pansy, Cho was alone here just like she was.
Cho’s words shamed her, excited her and angered her all at once. “I am her favorite,” Romilda insisted, showing her first hint of strength in challenging Cho since things had become sexual. “She trusts me with things that she would trust no one else with.”
“I am clean. I am not a street corner whore,” Romilda replied, her voice softening. She drew in a deep breath through her nose. Her scent was in the air and it smelled sweet to her. “I am quite clean,” she purred, knowing Cho would get the hint.
Romilda whimpered needily as she withdrew. She gulped and stared at Cho. “All right, please tell me,” Romilda begged.