I groan, burrying my head in Hermione’s shoulder, leaving her to answer. xxx 18 Ginny’s other hand is still stimulating the opposite mound, alternating between squeezing it, lightly tracing patterns on it and rolling my now rock hard nipple between her thumb and index finger. “Happy Christmas, dear. Then I half close them again, as something warm and wet envelops the tip of my left breast. My breasts against hers. Ron however seems to find it hilarious, until we turn. Coats. “You okay, Mione?”
“Yes. The snow has stopped falling for now, and we have some time to kill before lunch. I am hyper aware of my body now. “Mmm, Gin, that feels so good.”
She looks up at me with a satisfied grin, obviously pleased with herself, before placing a series of little kisses just under my
