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Current revision as of 05:28, 13 September 2023
Harry marvels at the old clean sweep model of a broomstick navigating faster down to the ground. She watches as the person on the broom becomes clearer. A fiery redhead with an army of freckles on her pale face drifted toward Mrs. Figg's similarly build house as the Dursleys.
Harry's feet scamper effortlessly to greet Ginny before her old babysitter could snag wind of Dudley's master plans. As quick as her feet carry her, she locates herself behind Mrs. Figg's home. The racing broom looks like an old fable from the Salam witch trials or like a cliche that all muggles grew up watching movies and tv shows about wizards.
Harry spring into a bushy tree, camouflaging herself in the freshly green limbs. She stares at Ginny as she lands herself like a private jet hitting the runway. She pulls up almost perfectly not hurting herself in any insignificant kind of way. She wears a t-shirt representing her favorite Quidditch team, the Holyhead Harpies, an all-women squad. The bottom she wears is small booty jeans, a favorite choice of muggles and wizards during the summer months.
Harry's compassionate feminine viewpoint told herself to scream at Ginny and leave the incoming humiliation. But her subby submissive mind wants to glimpse what her dominator bully has in store for her former crush. The meer thought of beholding Dudley's big cock immigrating into Ginny's tight pussy. The idea that Harry could, would see Ginny fully naked in her presence got her through her terror anxiety.
Ginny brush herself off as she gathers her wand into her hand while placing the broomstick near Mrs. Figg's picnic table in her backyard. She proceeds toward the Figg house, a tough determination of attitude coursing through her body like a tsunami. She reaches the first step of Mrs. Figg's back porch steps. Harry knew this could be over in just a few minutes. Just tell Ginny about everything that's been going on. No more submitting to Dudley's desires. No more taking his gratifying dick in her tight cunt. No more...
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