Ginny Potter Nude Novels & Stories

“We’re here to join in on your drinking game.” “Actually, we’re having our fortunes told.” Ginny smiles conspiratorially. “Still want to join?” Ginny is a witch hybrid, a mix between a werewolf and a witch. But she tends to lean more towards her witch side. She’s sort of a celebrity on campus, making a small fortune from reading palms and brewing love potions. She’s really sweet though. Gorgeous. Popular. “Yeah,” I tell her. “I’m in.” I’m not a fan of fortune telling but really— what’s the worst that can happen?

But I guess that’s expected, he knows me as Ginny, the girl with the piercings, I have never been without my piercings since I turned 16. “That was a good answer,” Mary said as she raised her hand to stop the laughter. “Here at Princeton we have schools and we stick to those rules. You have disfigured our uniform, our pride, but that’s where it ends. Before you graduate I’ll make sure I mold you into our idea of a perfect student.” “And what is your idea of a perfect student? Someone with an uptight ass who picks on innocent people like Emerald?” I asked, unable to contain my anger at her righteous attitude.

He has never gone more than a few hours without jerking off and he was convinced he would go insane if he had to go months without cuming. To make matters worse the ponygirl in the cage facing his was naked and teasing him with her gorgeous firm athletic body. She was roughly around his age, with long flowing blonde hair and large round breasts. He could see by her calm manner that she must have been a ponygirl for a while as she leisurely relaxed in her cell and made herself cum several times before she peacefully fell asleep.

Ginny stood naked in front of the mirror admiring the marks on her body. She wasn’t ashamed of what Digger did to her. Between him and Bernard she proudly wore the evidence of their pleasure. She frowned as she looked at her blonde hair that was tousled from how Digger had pulled her hair. It was during that moment that he had shouted her niece's name as he came down her throat.

I should not, and yet that is the only fucking urge that is rushing through my veins instead of blood. “Who’s taking whom in?” I ask all of them, not bothering to cool down my tone. I do not have the frame of mind to, because she’s here. In my focus zone. And she needs to be fucking gone. “Me.” Knox places an arm around her shoulder. “Ginny will be interning with me.” She smiles up at him with those bright, bright eyes, all green and with barely any gray or even blue. She’s happy, ecstatic, and the thought of murder becomes more and more appealing.

I had trouble restraining myself from spreading her up on the sink counter and having her again. Brynne's skin had a natural golden glow, but right now it was pinked from the hot water, and so beautiful it was hard to look and stay neutral. Don't think about it. I ignored the urge and worked at drying her luscious curves, which had definitely lost some of their curviness but were still lovely and all mine. She stood gracefully for me as if not at all affected by our nakedness in such prox imity. I wondered how in the hell she managed to do it. Well. I had an idea of how. She was a model who posed in the nude and she was used to it. Don't think about that either.

She quickly shrugged it off her shoulders and with a little help from Dick it was soon draped over the chair under her ass leaving her sitting there in a black lace-trimmed bra that cupped her generous tits, a matching garter belt that held up her dark stockings, and a pair of silk panties that were drenched in the crotch and shoved part way up her cunt by her finger. The guy on the screen then flipped Tina over and pushed her all the way onto the bed. He pulled her panties off, pushed her legs apart then leaned down to start eating her pussy. The location of the single camera and the guy's position gave only a few-frame glimpse of Tina's naked pussy, but Ron had captured it, enlarged it, an

" You have my word. Then there's the protection you ask for. I'll guarantee your protection promptly. No one would hurt you or your father. Not as long as I'm alive." Ginny made a funny face at me. " Confident aren't you? What if you wind up dead?" I hide a grin. " I'd never die." Ginny became thoughtful. " So you want me to tell Nagisa you've got immoral powers, huh? Are you immortal?" Knife looked at me but I didn't give him a glance. " More or less." Ginny didn't care to press further. She drew back her seat and stood up and yawned loudly with her arms stretched out to the air.

Right now I wished we had missed everything. I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. Her face… God, her face. Wide eyes, jaw slack, trying so hard to stay calm while her cheeks burned red.