Christmas Cheer Challenge Drabble number 2
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The first one tasted like chocolate. Fred, she thought, Or perhaps George. The twins ate too much chocolate.
She twisted her hands in their restraints, trying desperately to free them so she could untie her blindfold. Instead all she could feel were the knots, perfectly balanced double bows, secure, meticulously tied. Percy.
But then again it could be Ginny. She was definitely good with her hands.
Hands. There was one stroking her clit with small circles, making her breath hitch and gasp. There was another with it fingers thrusting deep inside her, both of the rough and calloused. Charlie. But then Bill’s hands were just as rough…
There was another pair on her breasts, twisting and pinching at her nipples, making her moan. Small, soft hands. Ginny. Or it could be Percy. Or…
Or it could be any of them. They were all so different and all so alike and they were teasing her and it was driving her MAD. Her senses were clouding and colours were swimming before her eyes and then. Then.
Peppermint. Peppermint so strong she revelled in it, her tongue reaching into the person’s mouth to search out more. Familiar strong hands on her face, in her hair, pulling it. Peppermint.
“Ron,” she gasped as soon as he removed his mouth from hers.
“Well done ‘Mione love,” Ron murmured against her cheek. “Only six left to guess…”
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The first one tasted like chocolate. Fred, she thought, Or perhaps George. The twins ate too much chocolate.
She twisted her hands in their restraints, trying desperately to free them so she could untie her blindfold. Instead all she could feel were the knots, perfectly balanced double bows, secure, meticulously tied. Percy.
But then again it could be Ginny. She was definitely good with her hands.
Hands. There was one stroking her clit with small circles, making her breath hitch and gasp. There was another with it fingers thrusting deep inside her, both of the rough and calloused. Charlie. But then Bill’s hands were just as rough…
There was another pair on her breasts, twisting and pinching at her nipples, making her moan. Small, soft hands. Ginny. Or it could be Percy. Or…
Or it could be any of them. They were all so different and all so alike and they were teasing her and it was driving her MAD. Her senses were clouding and colours were swimming before her eyes and then. Then.
Peppermint. Peppermint so strong she revelled in it, her tongue reaching into the person’s mouth to search out more. Familiar strong hands on her face, in her hair, pulling it. Peppermint.
“Ron,” she gasped as soon as he removed his mouth from hers.
“Well done ‘Mione love,” Ron murmured against her cheek. “Only six left to guess…”
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