Title: In the Lift Pairing: Ron/Pansy Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~760 Filled by: Watcher
Ron watched as his girlfriend walked confidently onto the lift, her Louboutins clacking joyously as she swung her hips. He gave her a devilish smile, his eyes skimming down from her perfectly straight bob to her cherry red lips, tight blouse and caramel leather skirt. Her toned legs went on for days, and Ron instantly had a flashback to that morning, watching Pansy get dressed, pulling that skirt up slowly before zipping it up her backside. He knew below the leather sat black lace panties, the kind that shaped delectably over her round arse.
He had wanked over that arse so much at Hogwarts that the first time he saw it in person, grinding up against him after their second date when he courageously took her back to his flat, he had come instantly, panting hard, his hands gripped in a firm vice at his sides. Pansy grinned, insisting she was flattered, and then taunted him with a striptease until his needy cock was raring to go for another round.
She sauntered to the back of the lift, weaving her way between Ministry officials before reaching Ron. He gave her a small wink in greeting as the lift jerked back, lurching them forward. Instinctively his hand reached out, cupping around her lower thigh in an effort to suppress the movement, making sure she wouldn’t stumble or fall.
He didn’t remove his fingers, though, even after the potential danger was over. Instead, he caressed the soft milkiness of her thigh. He heard Pansy’s breath hitch as his fingers trailed upwards, reaching inside her skirt.
The lift was packed tightly, but everyone was facing forward as it pulled from left to right. He used the motion to his advantage as he dragged his fingernails across the black lace covering her cunt. He pulled the fabric to the side, garnering access to her folds. He watched his girlfriends face, her slightly flushed cheekbones the only sign that something debauched was happening below. He grinned mischievously as he crooked his fingers and pressed upwards into her heat.
He knew she’d be wet already. Pansy enjoyed flaunting her frame at the men and women in her office, often bending over to pick up an errant quill or two and presenting her supple arse for everyone’s viewing pleasure. Ron didn’t mind as long as it was his cock she’d end up sitting on. Besides, he enjoyed the envious looks from his coworkers when she’d bounce over to him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. Yes, at the end of the day, she was his, and the thought of that made him lightheaded and ravenous.
Pairing: Ron/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~760
Filled by: Watcher
Ron watched as his girlfriend walked confidently onto the lift, her Louboutins clacking joyously as she swung her hips. He gave her a devilish smile, his eyes skimming down from her perfectly straight bob to her cherry red lips, tight blouse and caramel leather skirt. Her toned legs went on for days, and Ron instantly had a flashback to that morning, watching Pansy get dressed, pulling that skirt up slowly before zipping it up her backside. He knew below the leather sat black lace panties, the kind that shaped delectably over her round arse.
He had wanked over that arse so much at Hogwarts that the first time he saw it in person, grinding up against him after their second date when he courageously took her back to his flat, he had come instantly, panting hard, his hands gripped in a firm vice at his sides. Pansy grinned, insisting she was flattered, and then taunted him with a striptease until his needy cock was raring to go for another round.
She sauntered to the back of the lift, weaving her way between Ministry officials before reaching Ron. He gave her a small wink in greeting as the lift jerked back, lurching them forward. Instinctively his hand reached out, cupping around her lower thigh in an effort to suppress the movement, making sure she wouldn’t stumble or fall.
He didn’t remove his fingers, though, even after the potential danger was over. Instead, he caressed the soft milkiness of her thigh. He heard Pansy’s breath hitch as his fingers trailed upwards, reaching inside her skirt.
The lift was packed tightly, but everyone was facing forward as it pulled from left to right. He used the motion to his advantage as he dragged his fingernails across the black lace covering her cunt. He pulled the fabric to the side, garnering access to her folds. He watched his girlfriends face, her slightly flushed cheekbones the only sign that something debauched was happening below. He grinned mischievously as he crooked his fingers and pressed upwards into her heat.
He knew she’d be wet already. Pansy enjoyed flaunting her frame at the men and women in her office, often bending over to pick up an errant quill or two and presenting her supple arse for everyone’s viewing pleasure. Ron didn’t mind as long as it was his cock she’d end up sitting on. Besides, he enjoyed the envious looks from his coworkers when she’d bounce over to him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. Yes, at the end of the day, she was his, and the thought of that made him lightheaded and ravenous.