She can’t get it out

Ginny grunts and groans, tenderly flexing her vagina muscles in an attempt to dislodge the book from her cunt. Oddly enough, the pain of trying to **** it out of her only makes her hornier and more sensitive. Her face is drenched with sweat and dregs of toilet-water while she wheezes through the torment.

A sprinkling of water tickles the back of her head, and looking up, Ginny has an uncomfortably good view of Myrtle’s perfect labia tinkling girl-cum down onto her face. Myrtle cackles wickedly, still paffing away at her pussy but giddy to see Ginny’s disgusted realization. The added attention prompts Myrtle to moan, and she unleashed a splash of ghostly cum directly onto Ginny’s upturned face.

Ginny shivers and shakes her hair dry, somewhat, “M-Myrtle!”

The vigorous twisting sends jabs arcing through Ginny’s stretched womb. Her vision flashes pink and white, and then goes dark. She slumps over her distended belly, hair trailing into the pool of water she sits in, and she passes out.