Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
Warning: Femslash
Red nails
Sitting down to dinner Minerva noticed that Poppy had painted her nails red, Minerva looked at them, fascinated with how long and elegant her nails looked and how delicious they would look going in and out of Minervas cunt, seeing and feeling the fingers moving slowly at first then going faster and faster while rubbing her clitoris.
Minerva could feel her self getting wet, she felt the need to touch herself becoming stronger and stronger.
Then she suddenly realised that she was in the middle of dinner in the Great hall, with the other teachers to both sides of her and that she could not touch herself before she arrived her quarters.
Minerva excused herself and almost ran to her rooms.
Once she was in her room, she didn't waist time Minerva flicked her wand and was naked, she lay down on her bed spreading her legs, with Poppy's fingers clear in her head.
Minerva started stroking herself hard, just the way she liked it. She used her own juices getting her fingers nice and wet, needing no extra lubrication to comfortable insert two fingers in to her opening while imagining Poppy's red painted fingers doing that to her, all the time rubbing her own clit.
Minerva came hard while screaming Poppy's name.
When her high started to diminish Minerva felt lonely, and like she had betrayed her friendship with Poppy, when using her image in her mind while pleasuring herself. How was she going to look Poppy in the eyes?
The End