Show her what she went through

Myrtle leers at Ginny, who blinks through her cum-caked eyelashes blankly, still in shock from her unexpected shower. Myrtle points a ghostly accusing finger at the soaked book in Ginny’s lap, “Do you have any idea how much cum it took to expel that from my womb? Do you?!” Ginny gulps, but says nothing. “You’re about to, little miss hot-head, or else you’re going to walk funny the rest of your life!”

Ginny splutters something apologetic, “-I didn’t know you were-“

“Too late!” Crows Myrtle, and with a twirl of her finger she whisks the book and Ginny into the air, suspending the book between Ginny’s moist thighs. She snaps her fingers, and Ginny’s panties burn away and reveal her delicate pussy lips. Ginny’s eyes widen and she clenches her legs together, but Myrtle pushes the book forcefully up her thigh gap until the tip splits her lips. Even that small of an intrusion makes Ginny’s face crinkle with unwanted pleasure, squirming to relieve the sensations in her groin.

Myrtle doesn’t plan on stopping there, she clenched her fist, and the book shoots up into Ginny’s abdomen, soliciting a startled ‘yelp’ as she stiffens reflexively. With the lubrication of Myrtle’s she-cum, the book slides surprisingly easily up Ginny’s vagina and lodges itself deep in her womb. The corner of it presses against her belly, forming a formidable tent on Ginny’s otherwise flat stomach.

Ginny’s breath is haggard, her legs tightly crossed and her fingers and toes curled. Her eyes are persistently rolled back and half crossed, and her mouth lolls loosely open, letting drool dribble freely to mix with the toilet water and Myrtle’s cum soaking her chest. Myrtle cackles as she glides overhead, arched upside down and happily fingering herself above Ginny’s face.