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Nothing makes Blaise feel more powerful than when he has Ginny Weasley, star player for the Holyhead Harpies, on reddened knees for him and sucking his cock. Her long red hair spilling down her back as she angled her head to take him further until he hit the back of her throat.
Fuck.
Blaise wished he had an enchanted camera to take photographs of her swollen lips around his base. Ginny’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked, as if she wanted to suck his soul out of his cock. He felt her swirl her clever tongue along his frenulum as she gave herself a moment to breathe.
One of her hands had gripped his thighs as he fed his cock again and rested a hand on the back of her head. Blaise watched tears drip down her flushed cheeks as he felt her throat constrict around him. Ginny hummed around his length and breathed through her nose as he pumped into her throat.
“Such a naughty girl,” Blaise hitched, as he noticed her other hand was playing with her cunt. She had two fingers sliding through her puffy slit and he groaned to see them delve inside her tight snatch. He hadn’t fucked her yet with anything more than his fingers and his tongue, but he knew when it happened, Ginny Weasley would ruin him for other witches.
Ginny moaned, the feeling around his length in her throat sent a familiar tingle at the base of his spine. Blaise asked, “Can I cum on your tongue or on those perfect tits?” Her chest he daydreamed about, freckled like the rest of her, with rosy-pink nipples and just a handful.
She grinned around Blaise’s cock just as she removed her fingers from her cunt, and Ginny pressed her breasts together in invitation.