Masturbate

“You wanteque je quoi?” Stammered a shock Fleur.

“Rub your pretty, shaved vagina with her fingers, please? I only got to touch myself to pleasure, once, the night before my…..transformation.” Myrtle stuttered over that painful memory. “I would love to watch you do it, so I could pretend.”

“Tu plaisante! Jamais! L’idea que je…”

“Alright, I will fetch Professor…”

“Attend!” Fleur paused, trying to think of something. “Pur’aps, I nowe somme waye zat I can elp you?”

“And how is that?”

“Solidatur!”

“Are you trying a spell without a wand? Do you really…” Fleur reached out and touch the ghostly robes of Myrtle, making the ghost’s eyes widen.

“Now uwe can touche urself.” “Spread your legs then.” exclaimed an excited Myrtle.

Despite her ****, Fleur granted her request. Myrtle’s robes fell of her as she trembled before making contact her exposed nethers.

Fleur was surprised the girl with such a plain face could possess such a fine body. Her breasts were large and round, her nipples were extremely long, 5 cms in length and 1 cm in width. And her lips were almost as plump as Fleur’s. Not a single hair prevented the French girl from seeing them. Fleur felt heat down in her own privates. Fleur was no strange to the beauty of other girls. She had experimented many times before.

Myrtle soon began moaning. Fleur bit her lip, did she want to do the same?