Ginny’s a furry

Ginny is enraptured by the hermaphrodite goddess before her, but she still has enough sanity left to gulp up a few words, “Y-y-you’re a beast!”

Tonks smiles with a smirk, her sexual experience allowing her to read her partner like a book, “A beast? Well, not yet.” She leans down to the quivering girl, bathing her in her heat, “Tell me, little bitch, what kind of monster am I?”

Ginny shudders and turns away from the overwhelming stench of pheromones, squirming in her seat to staunch her leaking, with quivering lips, she blurts out her deep desire.