...oked thankful, but Hermione wasn’t finished there. She pointed her wand at Ginny again. “Accio, jeans.”
Ginny screamed in protest as her jeans were yanked down her legs by invisible hands of immeasurable strength, it hurt slightly as the button and zip weren’t pulled open. They flew through the air and landed in front of Hermione and even folded themselves up neatly. The tightness of the jeans had yanked Ginny’s panties down and now they sat twisted around Ginny’s ankles. Hermione grabbed the garments and tossed them aside. “What are you doing?” Ginny complained loudly. Hermione didn’t answer at first and gripped Ginny’s legs, pushing them gently apart. “Something to pass the time.” She muttered.
Ginny’s legs were forced open wide and Hermione slid herself between them, headfirst. It was terrifying to place herself between the two mountains of flesh. Ginny protested, but couldn’t close her legs without help, the weight of her breasts had pinned them into place. She tried to reach her arms down and grab Ginny, but with the titan tits in the way, she didn’t even come close.
Hermione placed herself right in front of Ginny’s pussy and smiled. Despite her protests, the girl was wet. Hermione saw Ginny’s clit, asking to be touch...