She can feel Pansy’s hot breath on her neck, the cold stone against her back. “That’s what I thought.” She has to stretch a little to kiss Ginny, but that does nothing to diminish the power behind her thin lips. XXX Pansy’s tongue pushes into Ginny’s mouth, and Ginny moans, not even sure herself whether in protest or pleasure. She has to look up to meet the honey-brown eyes. The smaller girl’s feral grin makes her feel a little dizzy and she desperately longs for the warmth and safety of her bed. Ginny can’t force her mouth to form that one simple word. Ginny can’t force her mouth to form that one simple word. Under normal circumstances, Ginny could never be so daft. The kiss is rough, demanding, possessive.




















